I went to the thrift store today because there was a 50-cent sale. :D Of course, my eyes zoned in on a military-issued belt on the belt rack and a USMC blues top (forgive my lack of correct terminology) with no buttons but with sergeant stripes and two of those four-year stripes on the lower sleeves (whatever they’re called) on the coat rack. I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed? Not that I’m being one of those military SO police people because they irritate me. Just observing.
Regardless, I made myself some pretty good deals. :D The clothes were pretty much new.
One of my friends is going to be leaving for Parris Island in a couple of hours. He’s actually the only person besides my boyfriend whom I personally know who has considered joining the Marines. I was in his girlfriend’s shoes a year and almost a month ago. It’s crazy. Made me remember all kinds of feelings in a whoosh. The heartache of that day he left…every day when I would ravage the mailbox, hoping to get even a sentence from him…all the nights of sobbing myself to sleep. And - remembering the day I got his phone call on Liberty Sunday when his voice was so hoarse that it was unrecognisable. Seeing him for the first time on Family Day and finally watching him graduate. So many emotions in three months. And it hasn’t really ended; it just has become more dilute. I think it will go on until he becomes a civilian again. But I truly believe we’ve both become stronger people because of it.
The especially messy writing that made me check my mailbox every day.
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Yesterday marked the one year of my boyfriend leaving for boot camp. It doesn’t seem long ago at all. In fact, I remember that day so well. And yesterday was almost as bad.
I do remember that I bought Wicked tickets last year, though. That’s an up.
Love.
Just got off the Parade Deck and somehow had the urge to step BACK on the yellow foot prints! the very same ones I stood on when I got off the bus on Parris Island… “how do you know that those are the same ones though?” you may ask.. Well, I’ll tell you what, you go step on those yellow footprints, have the balls to become a Marine, and in three months time tell me you just forgot where you stood the moment you realized that the bus was actually gone and there was no turning back.
He has lots of pin marks on his chest now lol. Apparently, everyone wanted a shot at stabbing him.
Today was one of the few days that my boyfriend got to come home for lunch. It’s the first time I saw him in his jungle uniform (forgive me for not knowing the terms), and I gasped haha. 1. I wasn’t expecting him there 2. I love when he wears green and 3. He looked so hot. I got to say hug him and make lunch for him. I felt so proud of him and so - grown up. It felt almost like “practice” for when we get married.
It’s just like my boyfriend and me. We’re not original. T.T
Oh, at church every year, for Veteran’s Day, they ask all the people who are serving or who have served in the military to stand up so they can honor them. I sort of had to nudge my boyfriend to stand haha but I was way too proud of him to let him sit through his first opportunity to stand (he said that was a cute reason anyway). My heart just wanted to burst from pride - a bit of bittersweet pride.
Gonna make myself super busy tonight. Stupid ball. I’m gonna call it stupid ball for now since I’m not allowed to go and I’m very bitter about it. I wanted to dress up really nice and see my boyfriend in his blues. But I’m gonna try to keep my mind of it.
My boyfriend is the one who got me into the thought of having him wear his blues if we get married…now, he wants to wear a suit, but I’m stuck on the blues. ._.
How can he not want something like this?! -.-
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No ball for me. Sucks. And it’s not because of my boyfriend, either. He would’ve bought me a ticket. It’s my mother. It’s in a place where there’s alcohol and all that. She has always declined military balls with my father (he’s also military), so what makes me think she’d let me go? She won’t even let me smell alcohol. So, I had to watch him buy a ticket for himself since it’s mandatory for him to be there. Sigh. The word ball connects to things so elegant: dresses, blues, eating daintily (or so you’d hope), dancing - elegant in my mind, anyway…and I love dressing up. Like, really dressing up. Looks like I’ll have to wait until I get married, if I get married to a military person, to go to a ball.
you can spot Marine Corps symbols and stickers any where you go & you realize you’d never to that if you weren’t with a Marine.
And to think that last year I didn’t even know what a USMC symbol looked like - now, I point them out to everyone. I miss someone…
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Just being me: my joys, sorrows, thoughts, complaints, and everything in between. Enjoy.
