No More Marine Dreams
I guess that’s the end. I must have been living in a fantasy in my head, believing we were on the same page. The Marine is home from deployment. There was no reunion at all. Not a single word.
No more Marine Dreams…. Working on trying to flush him out of my heart and my thoughts. It’s not working too well at the moment, but I’m a survivor.
Frankly, I’m fucking sick of always “surviving,” “overcoming,” being an example of resiliency. One day, I’d like to just be loved. Apparently that’s asking too much.
