We walked out of the diner. Coltons arm was wrapped around my waist and my head was laying on his shoulder. I felt warm and fuzzy inside. It was a feeling I had missed while Colton was gone. The sun shines down on us and the air was cool. I never wanted this moment to end.
We walked to the park and laid down in the grass. I keep my head on his shoulder. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. His grip was tight yet comforting. I closed my eyes as my body relaxed.
Colton moved his hand up to my hair and played with a strand of it in between his fingers. "How did life get to be so screwed up?" I ask after a few minutes of silence. Colton chuckles half heartedly. "I don't know Tess but life sure is screwed up right now." I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Gosh I've missed your laugh. Tess you have no idea how much I've missed you." I sit up and look down at him. I had a few tears in my eyes again. "Why did you never wright to me. R- Ryan told me that you would write me a letter every day but never sent them. Why didn't you send the letters Colton?"
He sat up as well and looked me in the eyes. "I-I don't know honestly. I guess you could say I was afraid you would never write back. I was afraid that you had moved on and by me writing to you I would make things worse. Ryan always told me to send them but I could never bring myself to."
I nod taking in the information he had given me. "Next time promise me you'll send the letters?" I ask quietly. I knew Colton would go back to the army that's just how he was. Ryan's death wouldn't stop him from fighting for his country. It was something I always loved about Colton. He was brave and strong.
"I promise." He says to me. His eyes were filled with mixed emotions. One that stood out was anger. I could only guess that he was angry at himself, but I'm not to sure why he would be though.
YOU ARE READING
It Takes a Strong Women to Love a Military Man
Teen FictionTessa has a roller coaster of a life. After her brother and his best friend also her boyfriend go off to war Tessa doesn't know what to do. Every time the door bell rings she is mentally preparing herself for the bad news. What will she do when tha...