A fellow soldier asked me what I want in a guy.
I want someone who is taller and older. Who has a tattoo or two and loves to take pictures as much as I do. Who can make me coffee in the morning and discuss a good book with me for hours. Someone who enjoys the outdoors. Who can go out or stay inside and watch movies and cook dinner together. Someone who can deal with my wonderful and terrible days. Someone who would kill a spider running across the room. Who would travel with me and doesn’t care about me being in the army. Who knows my past and might not understand what I’ve been through but respects it and loves me unconditionally anyway. Someone who is honest and blunt. Who is spontaneous and romantic. Someone I can confide in about anything. Who I can be childish and serious with. Someone who loves animals as much as I do. Who doesn’t care how much I change my hair or the furniture. Someone who wouldn’t mind waking up to me every morning.
Thats what I want.
I got the same butterflies that I got when we first talked in chem. The one thing I am positive about right now is that my feelings for you have not changed. You were the last person I saw before I left. I wish you could be the first to see me get off that plane. There is so much to discuss, but the bottom line for me is still the same. I can be mad and frustrated at you all I want. But at the end of the day I still want to curl up in your arms kiss you goodnight and fall asleep to the rythm of your heartbeat.
