I remember the day as if it was yesterday, November 16th the happiest day of my life. The day I officially asked you to be my girlfriend. The day we shared our first kiss, our first laugh, and our first interactions. You wore black leggings, boots and a weird jacket thing but you looked absolutely stunning in it. I couldn’t believe a girl like you, said yes to a guy like me. We were from two different kind of worlds, but still you said yes to me, the first times I’ve heard those words in a while. I’ve never told you that, you were considered my only true girlfriend. Sure I told you I dated 2 girls previously but they meant nothing to me. I consider you to be the only girlfriend I’ve actually had. The months went on and at times I didn’t know if I wanted to continue our relationship, but I thought back to the day I asked you out, and suddenly everything was okay again. The times I had to cheat on you were immense, but I chose not to because I didn’t want to be a flirtatious asshole anymore. I weighed 265 lbs when we started dating, I lost 20 of those lbs because I wanted to be the guy you were proud of. I wanted to attend a public college, but instead I went to one of the greatest military institutions on the earth. The things I did, were things only to make you more proud of me. Overtime I saw your loyalty waiver, but I trusted you with all my heart and you didn’t disappoint. Then one day the world shattered and you were gone, the distance amongst us was too strong and it was hard for me to understand. But I get it now. I was too far away to take care of you anymore, and you needed a strong emotional bond with someone. I’m glad as your friend, you can still say you’re proud of me and everything I’ve accomplished at this fine institution. It’s still hard to hold my feelings, but it’s okay, as long as you’re safe I’ll always be happy. You’re going to be a great physical therapist one day anon, and a great wife and mother. Thank you for the months you spent with me, the memories we made will last me a lifetime.