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I MISS MY C.R. SO MUCH!!!!!I miss you.I miss your warm eyes,
the way you listen and care.
I miss your kisses
and all that we share.I miss you.I miss the touch of your hand,
so reassuring and sincere,
and the moments we spend together,
that I hold dear.I miss you.I miss all of the caring
things you do,
and spending the evening
alone with you.I miss you.I look forward to tomorrow
knowing that then,
I'll be one day closer
to seeing you again.You must have
guessed it by now...
I miss you!**
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I would love to meet my husband again. He is my soulmate and I hate living without him. I miss him so much.I LOVE YOU SWEET-UMS FOREVER!!!
I love all kinds of movies, one of my all time favorites is Tommy Boy. My favorite love movie is the Noteboook.
Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, and one of my very most favorite is Flavor of Love. ( I heard there is gonna be another season, can't wait)
My hubby is my number one HERO and all the other man and woman fighting for us!!!!!
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Military Lifestyle Loving a man far away is hard, no matter what anyone says. Long distance in itself is difficult. But what magnifies it even more is the military lifestyle, the fact that our men are also Army soldiers. Being an extension of the Army, we are involved too. We lead our civilian lives, but whether or not we believe it, we also lead extensions of our soldier's lives. We learn about the Army. We read about it, speak of it, and maybe even dream about it. We know what all of the acronyms mean, and we don't even have to think twice when confronted with military time. We find ourselves swelling with pride everytime we hear the National Anthem or the Star Spangled Banner. Everytime we see another man in uniform, our hearts yearn for our own soldier, and our prayers extend to whoever loves this man from far away. Each of you know exactly what I mean as I sit here, writing this to you. I am writing it for you. For all of you who wake up in the morning, lay there for a few moments, trying to swallow the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach as you wonder where your soldier is, or how he's doing...this is for you. For all of you who start a countdown the minute he leaves, and continue to until he is back in your arms again...this is for you. For all of you who tear up everytime "Far Away" comes on the radio, or who press repeat when "Come Home Soon" plays in their car...this one's for you. For all of you who see Army billboards, ads in the paper, or commercials on TV and next notice the tears rolling down your cheeks, this is for you. This is for you. I am one of you too. This is for us. For all the times we sleep with our phones on the loudest possible volume, just as to not miss the call that just MIGHT come... For all the times we roll our eyes when another girl is depressed because she hasn't seen her guy in a week... For all the times we hear our soldier's name mentioned out loud, and are momentarily frozen...in a trance...in love. For all the late nights that we spend alone, cuddling with our stuffed animals, wearing our soldiers army sweatshirts and sweatpants, and clutching the precious dog tags around our necks... This one's for us. We may feel weak on the inside, but on the outside we're strong. We may be drowning in tears on the inside, but on the outside, we are a rock. We may want to crawl in bed and sleep until our man comes home, but instead, we get up and go on with our daily lives with our men in our hearts. We may feel like we're slowly dying with each day we spend apart from our men, but instead, we put one foot in front of the other, and take each day as it comes. We are strong, and we are proud. We have more love in our hearts than we ever thought possible, and for this, we are thankful. We are thankful for our men and also for each other. We are Army gals, and we lean on each other. Alone we are weak, but together, we are strong. We help each other, and we survive.Loving a soldier is a high price to pay, loving him truly is hard when he's away. It's being alone with nothing to hold; it's being young, but feeling old; it's having him whisper his love for you; it's whispering back that you love him too. There comes a kiss and a promise for more, as his plane slowly rises to soar; reluctantly, painfully, letting him go, while your insides are dying from wanting him so, watching him leave with eyes full of tears, standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears. It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down, to a far away love in a far away town. It's going to church to kneel and pray, and really meaning the things that you say. Being in love will foster your dreams, of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams. Days go by, no mail for a spell, you wait for some word to hear that he's well. Then a letter arrives, and you've given in, to open his letter and read it with a grin, yes, he is well and misses you so, it's filled with the love you wanted to know. Weeks are like months, and months are like years, you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears. Days go by slowly, how many have passed? Yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears, loneliness, sadness and despondent years. Loving a soldier isn't much fun, but it's worth the price when the battle is won; and remember he is thinking of you everyday, he's sad and he's lonely while so far away; so love him and miss him and hold your head high, be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye. It's the high price you pay for loving a soldier