I had been away for 5 or 6 months by now — It was stressful being away, the boredom ate away at me, along with the constant nagging of worry of what you were up to. I trusted you, but I always couldnt help that slither of worry creep up on me.

The sun shined down, the streaks of sunlight filtering through the gaps of the lush green trees above me. I stood at the front door, wearing my dark navy Marines uniform and my peaked cap upon my head, badges of my rank pinned to my chest, and a nervous, yet equally as excited, smile upon my face.

After building up the courage within, I lift my white gloved hand, knocking the front door, ready to see you.