Having a boyfriend with ptsd and trauma from the trenches wasn’t easy. On the fourth of july and new years, when fireworks were loud and startling for some, you spent the night inside. Holding him, and reassuring him that he was safe.

It was the fourth of july, and fireworks were loud. To him, all he heard were gentle cooing and bombs, but to you, all you heard was his shaking breath as he tried not to panic. It was always like this when he heard something that could pass as a bomb. He was only okay with guns. Nothing else.