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I Will Be There

When the light is way too bright

     and the darkness is too deep

When the laughter is just a matter

     of hiding the fear you keep

When all the strife that’s in this life

     is enough to make you weep

          Know I’ll be there for you

                   I will be there.

When you’ve done the good that you could

     and it doesn’t seem enough

When you’ve hit the wall after giving your all

     and things just seem too tough

When you’ve got to live with nothing left to give

     and the going gets too rough

          Know I’ll be there for you

                   I will be there.

Coming Home

Sara glaringly looked at her watch again. The plane had landed almost 10 minutes ago and her anxiousness was starting to get the better of her. She shook the sign that she held in her hands as the other women and children around her bustled and brimmed with anticipation. It had been the longest 9 months they had ever had together, or rather, apart, and now she stood there in the terminal, waiting.

Hadn’t she waited long enough? Why couldn’t they just let the men off the plane so they could come home? Why couldn’t they just get on with it already? Her hands started ringing the cardboard sign almost tearing the paper that she had worked so hard over the last two weeks to get just right. It had to be just right. For him.

The woman standing next to her reached over and touched her shoulder, startling her out of her thoughts and causing her to jump. “First deployment?” she asked. An inviting smile on her face disarming Sara’s immediate desire to be left alone.

“That obvious?” Sara responded back to this new woman, her hands relaxing a bit on the sign. Continue reading Coming Home

The Text Message

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I stared at those words, the tiny blinking cursor at the end flashing, begging me to hit delete or send. My heart raced in my chest and I knew that sending this would change everything. Up until this point, we had flirted. The comments about how good she looked in this outfit or how she had a nice smile or even how that color really complimented her eyes. This though, this would be crossing that imaginary line between fantasy and reality. This would make it real.

Continue reading The Text Message