Day of Saddness

I knew that this day was going to come eventually.  From the moment he signed his contract I knew that he would be leaving me for an entire summer to go to Parris Island to receive very difficult training and eventually become a United States Marine.  On Sunday, May 31, 2015 was the hardest day that I ever had to go through.  Starting around the first day of the year I kept counting down the months, days, hours, and that quickly turned to the minutes I had left to spend time with Elijah.  I knew that this time was going to come and that it wasn't going to be easy.  As the days dwindled down that was the only thing I would ever think about.  I was always afraid that his feelings about me would change or he would come back a complete asshole.  Just thinking about not being with him for thirteen weeks tore me a apart and I cried myself to sleep almost every single night the month before he left for boot camp.  When it was finally the day of his departure I had this huge lump in my throat and knot in my stomach.  All I wanted to do was hold onto him and never let him go.  I tried to hold back the tears as much as possible, but they kept continuing to flow out of me and I couldn't stop myself from crying.  As he walked out my door I just remember myself collapsing onto the floor in a puddle of tears because my heart was torn a part into a million pieces.  I knew that Elijah was doing amazing things by joining and it was going to change mine and his life forever and hopefully for the better.  I soon stopped crying because I was happy about all the good he was going to cause for his country, for God, and for his family and me.