It has been three long months. You have received eighteen letters and six calls. It’s never enough. You need to see his face, you need to hold him again.

Many people have told you to give up on him, that he’s not worth the wait.

”you’re too young for him.” they’ve told you.

but you’ll never hold the hand of another guy. Your love will never end. You’re just waiting for your soldier to come back again.

And now the day is here. The day you get to tap him out. You watch the ceremony, seeing him graduate. Then finally, they call the families down. You go down, moving through the crowd of people. You search around, trying to find him. Then… you finally do. Finally… you see your soldiers face. He’s there, standing in his uniform. He stays at attention, not being able to speak, move, or change position at all until you touch him. His face remains serious, almost stern, waiting for you to tap him out.