So, I’ve decided to document my experiences. On love, life, and luck. Let’s start with a little background? My name is Tasha. I’m 17 years old, and madly in love. His name is Emanuel. He’s a future Marine. I know, scary right? It’s crazy. My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by military veterans. My father was in the Navy, along with his older Sister. My grandfather on my mother’s side was in the Army, and my Grandfather on my step-mother’s side is a retired Marine (‘Nam). I’ve never been the “In-Love” girl. That girl you see in the hallways with her boyfriend all the time, holding each other, kissing noses, sharing food, etc. But at the moment, I am. I see myself marrying this boy. Cliche right? Yeah Yeah. That’s what Tumblr’s for. He makes me feel so… alive, loved, etc. I’m not that girl that only sees her boyfriend. I have this best friend. We weren’t friends at first. I really wanted to be her friend, but she was taken D: Her name is Kaity. We’ve just recently gotten close. She gets it. She understands me, what I’m going through with my boyfriend. She’s been there for me through stuff that I expected to go through alone, and I know she’ll always be there<3 

 When my boyfriend first told me his decision to enlist, I found it admirable. Then I fell in love with him, and found it scary. Then I became selfish, and didn’t want him to go (but of course I never told him that directly), and then, I felt amazing about his decision. To see how passionate he is about something, and see him pour his heart and soul into accomplishing something, and when one benchmark has disappeared, seeing him create another one. I don’t think of the Marine Corps as HIS future, I think of it as OUR future. I want to keep all of his letters he writes me from Paris Island, and I want to tell him in every single letter that I love him. I want to finally receive that phone call, informing me of his upcoming graduation of boot camp, and to watch him become an official United States Marine. I want to marry him, live in an extraordinary house for a month, and move around all the time with him, I want to watch him leave for his deployments, and not cry, because I’ll be busy taking care of our home that we built, I want to wait for him at the airport on his homecomings, and celebrate with him. I want to grow old with him. 

My main focus for this blog/diary is to entrust my experiences, feelings, and lack thereof to an inevitable audience. No junk like GIFs, and pictures taken by other photographers than me. Every blog entry will come with a photo, a description, and why I chose that photo. 

Photo:

I chose this photo because it is my favorite of my boyfriend, and I. It shows the happiness he makes me feel.