I have a special friend in the Marines, and last night (more like at 3am this morning), he had to leave for a field op. He'll be gone until Thursday. What am I going to do with myself? I talk to him almost 24/7 whether texting or a video call. Haha, maybe I'll magically get a life when he's gone... Oh, who am I kidding? I can never get a life.
I did stay up the few extra hour to send him off, though. I was originally going to set my alarm, but I was afraid it wouldn't wake me. So, I asked the Creepypasta FAN CLUB on Facebook to keep me up the few extra hours. A few members messaged me and kept me talking to them until it was time to call him. They also helped me dress up a little bit. I wore the pink shirt I'd been wearing when he first took an interest in me and a camo bandana worn like a hippie headband. (I am his little hippie after all; I plan on joining the Peace Corps after getting a degree in Environmental Science.) Thanks again to those of you who kept me up.
It was pretty awesome when he answered the video call. He was so happy to see me. I about ripped my face in half I was smiling so much. I nearly cried, too, but he made me promise not to. And then when he was about to leave, I caught him wiping the tears out from under his eyes. I called him out on it, but he did that whole "shh" thing and pressed a finger to his lips. I can't stay mad at him, though.
I miss him already, and it's been less than 12 hours. Hell, I missed him before he left. But it's only until Thursday. I think I can survive.