… in love?

 Yes. I’m in love, and yes, I’m only 17. Do you have the right to judge me, and say that I don’t know anything about love? No, you don’t. How many 17 year olds do you know who’ll be willing to wait months and months at a time for a boy? Who can see their boyfriend leave in February, and know he’s not coming back until June, and only for 10 days, until he leaves again until October? I know many girls who claim it, but none that have actually done it. You have no right to judge me. You can, however, observe how completely, and irreversibly I’m in love though, you can even envy it; but don’t. It’ll find you one day. I’m in love with a man who just might spend more time out of the country, than with me, and I’m perfectly okay with that because not only is he serving our country, but he’s serving himself. Of course I’ll be sad from here and there, but if you knew this boy, you’d know it’d be worth it. 
 Now, enough with my rant. Blogging time[:

 It’s July 4, 2011. Independence Day. Mhm. Now, almost every 4-21 year old is thinking: Fireworks! Except for the United States Military, and those freaky historians of course (no offense to my non-existent readers). I won’t sit here and act self-righteous. Yes, Fireworks were my second main thought on tonight. My first was being with my boyfriend and watching the fireworks together, so I guess that counts as first? I don’t know. I was never good at math. I had an amazing night. We laughed, walked until our (by our I mean my) feet bled, took pictures under the fireworks, and just had an amazing night, despite our huge argument the night before. Sometimes I wish I was one of those girls… One of those girls who can just ARGUE. and ARGUE. and ARGUE with her boyfriend, or say something that’ll “get my point across”, but I can’t. I’m not that girlfriend to say shit to make him bleed, or cut down his ego, I’m the one who tries to put what I want to say into a logical sense. The only thing I’ve ever said, and felt like shit about (but felt it necessary), was “You’re acting fucking stupid. You’re just mad because I’m right”. Pardon my french. I hate cursing in arguments, and I hate being cursed at. and I hate YELLING. I can’t yell at my boyfriend. I just can’t. I love him too much? Or I’m just too scared to lose him. We’re going on 6 months, so maybe I’m just not at that “STFU You’re Stupid”, stage yet. Some women reach it earlier than others. But I’m not some women, and I don’t gaf about “some women”. I hate girls who treat their boyfriends like shit. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. And I hate people who treat my boyfriend like shit. Not like people give him shit (he’s mad muscular and stuff o: ), but you know what I mean. I’m madly in love with this man. <3 

 Baby, you’re a firework. 

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 My boyfriend and I on July 4, 2011. We’re at the park watching the fireworks. Everytime an orange firework blew up, he kissed me<3
(orange is my favorite color). I love him<3

Military

Entrance

Processing

Station

I know, he’s getting close. Am I scared? No. I’m too damn proud at the moment. It’ll probably hit me a little later. After hearing about how he did on his ASVAB, and how because of his score, he’s more likely to get his desired MOS, I’m so proud of him. The physical was the scariest part for ME. I know how picky the military is (Well, I thought I knew, until he told me he was almost disqualified for his slight stutter), scary. Picky too. It’s why I can’t enlist. When I heard I couldn’t enlist, I was kind of disappointed, but not too much, because it was just an option. Now it’s not because of me being a recipient of Open Heart Surgery. I’m so proud of him though. I’d rather be by his side, and awaiting his returns from deployments, than actually get deployed D: I know, I’m weird. Next step: Paris Island. Now, I’m not scared about the intense Physical Training they’ll put him through, he’s done most of it before with NJROTC and everything. I’m not Scared about not seeing him for 18 weeks. Nervous? Ehh, maybe a little. But by the time he leaves, I’ll be back in school, so at least I won’t be sitting around doing nothing but crying and watching Military Documentaries (I’ve taken to them lately. I think it’s going to become worse when he leaves haha). I love him, and I’m here for him through it all. I can’t wait to toast to my Marine<3

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Me & My future Marine<3