Once upon a time, I had a boyfriend in the Navy. We met when he was stationed here in Florida but it was the Navy so they sent him to serve on a ship. A ship on the other side of the world. He went to the USS Midway in Japan. He wouldn’t be able to come home for leave for a weekend. I moved back to Georgia and he was in Japan. We were “oceans apart day after day” it was an insane time for me. I did wait. I remember one point I was going through an especially difficult time and he called. Just when I needed him the most. It was incredible we were a world apart but he always managed to come through with a card, a present, a phone call something. When he was able to come home for a visit I had rented a beach house and had yellow ribbons all over the house and one little tree out front. It was a wondeful time.
This is the guy that I thought was the “One”. I did wait much longer than I should have. Maybe a part of me still waits. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t sat home alone waiting for him to come back. I’ve lived my life. I’ve had a child, I got an Associates degree, I lost my mother, I’ve worked at the same job for almost 15 years, I’ve lived, I’ve loved I’ve laughed, but yes a part has waited and hoped that someday he’d come back.