Just when things were going so well, that dreaded call came in. Not calling me, but someone I love very much, calling them away.
Where is he going? We don't know.
How long will he be gone? No one knows right now.
How will I live my life without him in it? *shrugs* Life goes on.
Senseless war never helped anyone, but it never hit home before now. I guess reality is the price you pay for getting older. Life was so much simpler when I was 13. Nothing bad could happen that Mom couldn't fix. Mom can't help with this. No one can help with this.
So I get to be apart from the love of my life for entirely too long, perhaps as long as a year, maybe even longer. Could he come home sooner? Sure. But no one knows.
All our plans, on hold. So many lives on hold, so many families split apart, and for what? Because some narrowminded idiot in power decided he should tear people's worlds apart for an unjustified vendetta.
And yet, life goes on. I still have classes, and registration, and midterms, and finals. I still have a dance recital, though he can't attend. I still have weekends, but I can't see him. I still have my life, but no love to share it with. So you deal. You move on, and you let time pass until it's over, one way or another.
posted by Katherine at 12:00 AM
