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promised you I wouldn’t. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I couldn't stand the idea of you having another shitty holiday, so I asked him to send you chocolate (Sees) and roses. I spent 20 minutes researching what every color of rose means because I didn’t want to give you the wrong message. I didn’t even know different colored roses mean different things. Luke explained they did and asked me which color to send. I decided to play it safe and send a dozen yellow, because those represent friendship. But then I thought, “Screw it,” and I sent another dozen-orange. Any guesses what orange represents? Desire.
Yellow and orange. That pretty much sums up what I feel about you—friendship and desire.
So, there you have it, Vivian. This is going absolutely nowhere, but I can’t let you go. Where does that leave us? I really have no idea. Anyway, I hope you have a nice Valentine’s Day. And again, I've said too much.
Love,
Matthew
[email protected] Sent: 2/14/16 3:18To: [email protected]
Dear Civilian Girl,
Great minds. I just got your package, and it actually arrived on Valentine's Day. That never happens. Getting mail in a timely manner, I mean. I love it. You have to know I have already eaten 3 Cliff bars. Thank you so much. I loved the care package. The playlist on the iPod is perfect. Again, thank you. It's great. My favorite part—your hands. They are so small. Or maybe mine are just really big. I'm sending a cutout of my hand. It only seems fair that you get a piece of me too. And I'm sending you the watch I wore at Ranger School. It is a crappy old watch, but it has a compass on it so you can see where I am. Well, at least the general direction. I don't know if you got my last email and are ignoring me. If you are, you're even smarter than I thought. We both know you can do better than me. I keep waiting for you to figure that out. I'm punching above my weight, as they say.
Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day, Civilian Girl.
Love,
Matthew
Chapter Thirteen
[email protected] Sent 2/14/16
[email protected]
Dear Soldier Boy, February 14 th (Valentine ’s Day)
Wow, timing really is everything. Can you imagine my surprise when I saw your roses and chocolates? They are gorgeous by the way, thank you.
But back to timing. I've been working on my self-control too. I had finally broken myself of checking my email as of February 12 th . I woke up that morning and said to myself that it would be the first day I wouldn't check my email. I'd been checking it so many times it’s embarrassing, and a waste of time, as it was always empty. And it’s not like I use that email for anything, really, so the only purpose is to correspond with you. Millie, Liz, and I text, and I still haven’t heard from my mom and step dad, but they were never big emailers anyway. So, checking my email was for you. Finally, I made it a whole day without checking it, and then I woke up the next day, February 13 th , and I did it again. I told myself I could do it. I could make it through another day. I didn’t even go through and read any of your letters or the emails that I had printed from you. I was getting stronger, and I was proud of myself for my self-control. It didn’t take away from the hurt, but I was building upon the idea of being strong.
Fast forward to Valentine’s Day (today). I woke up again, forcing myself not to check my email, because that would really be a sad reality to see that you hadn’t sent me an email. I needed to be brave (and I know my bravery is nothing like what you face daily, but this was a small feat for me).
I made my way to the 5k Cupid Kiss Race. I was excited about this race. I wanted to beat my last time, which really would not take much effort, as I’m not a fast runner.
Yellow and orange. That pretty much sums up what I feel about you—friendship and desire.
So, there you have it, Vivian. This is going absolutely nowhere, but I can’t let you go. Where does that leave us? I really have no idea. Anyway, I hope you have a nice Valentine’s Day. And again, I've said too much.
Love,
Matthew
[email protected] Sent: 2/14/16 3:18To: [email protected]
Dear Civilian Girl,
Great minds. I just got your package, and it actually arrived on Valentine's Day. That never happens. Getting mail in a timely manner, I mean. I love it. You have to know I have already eaten 3 Cliff bars. Thank you so much. I loved the care package. The playlist on the iPod is perfect. Again, thank you. It's great. My favorite part—your hands. They are so small. Or maybe mine are just really big. I'm sending a cutout of my hand. It only seems fair that you get a piece of me too. And I'm sending you the watch I wore at Ranger School. It is a crappy old watch, but it has a compass on it so you can see where I am. Well, at least the general direction. I don't know if you got my last email and are ignoring me. If you are, you're even smarter than I thought. We both know you can do better than me. I keep waiting for you to figure that out. I'm punching above my weight, as they say.
Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day, Civilian Girl.
Love,
Matthew
Chapter Thirteen
[email protected] Sent 2/14/16
[email protected]
Dear Soldier Boy, February 14 th (Valentine ’s Day)
Wow, timing really is everything. Can you imagine my surprise when I saw your roses and chocolates? They are gorgeous by the way, thank you.
But back to timing. I've been working on my self-control too. I had finally broken myself of checking my email as of February 12 th . I woke up that morning and said to myself that it would be the first day I wouldn't check my email. I'd been checking it so many times it’s embarrassing, and a waste of time, as it was always empty. And it’s not like I use that email for anything, really, so the only purpose is to correspond with you. Millie, Liz, and I text, and I still haven’t heard from my mom and step dad, but they were never big emailers anyway. So, checking my email was for you. Finally, I made it a whole day without checking it, and then I woke up the next day, February 13 th , and I did it again. I told myself I could do it. I could make it through another day. I didn’t even go through and read any of your letters or the emails that I had printed from you. I was getting stronger, and I was proud of myself for my self-control. It didn’t take away from the hurt, but I was building upon the idea of being strong.
Fast forward to Valentine’s Day (today). I woke up again, forcing myself not to check my email, because that would really be a sad reality to see that you hadn’t sent me an email. I needed to be brave (and I know my bravery is nothing like what you face daily, but this was a small feat for me).
I made my way to the 5k Cupid Kiss Race. I was excited about this race. I wanted to beat my last time, which really would not take much effort, as I’m not a fast runner.
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