Airport Payphones

I got to talk to him today.  Like actually talk to him. On the phone.
I wasn't supposed to but it just happened. He was at the airport and his family didn't answer so he called me.
Between each syllable could hear the ache in his voice. I know he could hear mine too.
It was the sound of a heart loving someone so much that it hurts. The sound of wanting to tell him to come home to me and the sound of both of us knowing that it can't happen. It shouldn't happen. It was the sound of his stiff lip telling me "have fun in college" and the bitter sound of silence as I tried to mask the emotion in my voice before responding. The imploding sound of not wanting to have to go through the heart-wrenching process of saying goodbye again.
I listened as I merged the call with his family's phone. I listened as the four year old told him to be good and that he misses him. I listened as the callused father asked him about logistics and flights because talking about anything else would hurt too much. I listened as the mother dutifully inquired if he had any thing that she needed to send him because, like me she just wanted to hear his voice. I listened as he asked his sister about her upcoming birthday and asked for a recap from a brother regarding his own party. I listened as the two new oldest boys talked about the extreme weather and tried to keep their composure over losing their lighthouse for two whole years. I listened as their phone clicked off, leaving me alone with him.
We talked for around three and a half more minutes.
They were infinite yet fleeting.
We said the same three words that we had said to each other for over a year, but this time they rang with something so powerful.
I saw every moment we had ever shared flash across the inside of my eyelids.
I knew with all of my heart that he meant it.
And he knew I did too.
And in those last three and a half minutes we felt some sort of solace in knowing that we would both be there for each other.
Whether it be together or apart, no matter what happens, we know we have each other.
Goodbye, again.
See you in two.

F.M.G.

It's only been 4 days.
I've watched the videos over 20 times now.
80% of them tell me that I'll move on and forget all about him.
The other 20% says that I'll do just fine and we will live happily ever after.
I don't believe either of them.

To those who say that I will forget him,
How do you forget moon dipped kisses in the back of a stargazers truck bed?
How do you forget late night talks and a shoulder that is always there?
Getting lost in his eyes and being embraced by his
Strong, Safe, Constant arms.
Laughing for hours at silly people, silly faces, and the future that seemed so far yet so close.
How do you forget dreaming up a paradise with the person you love more than you love your self?
How dare you.

To those who say it will be easy,
How would you know what's in my heart?
Each day I cringe at how much easier it would be if I just left him in my past.
If I could just pretend that we never met, never kissed, or loved with the amount of passion we felt for each other.
It would be so much less painful to be a slut and kiss every boy I see until he comes home.
I could just find another boy and pretend to be happy.
But then I would just hate myself because I would have him in the back of my mind and feel disgusting.
I know how I feel. I know this will be hard.
How dare you.

Since he left they ask how I'm holding up.
I tell them that I'm doing great and that I'm not worried, because love always triumphs right?
I shower, brush my hair, put on an appealing outfit as to not be stopped on the street, and I smile through painted lips.
I lie.

My best friend is gone.
At least for two years he is.

What I want to tell the worried wonder-er's is that I am broken.
I want to sleep and cry and talk to him and scream at every one who asks me about my personal well being.

I knew it would be hard.
So many other people have done it...
So why does it feel almost impossible.

He told me to be strong.
He told me not to shut down.
I'm not doing this for them, I'm doing it for me.
And for him.

These next two years I have plans.

 - Music Festival in Colorado or California
 - College
 - Sorority
 - Service Trips
 - Make Amazing Friends
 - Get Tan (even in Logan, Utah)
 - Get Fit
 - Enjoy Kickboxing
 - Build my life
 - Find out who I am
 - Build a School in Mexico
 - Journalism
 - Become More Spiritual
 - Write All the Time
 - Make People Happy
 - Make Myself Happy
 - Be a Cheesy (But AMAZING) Missionary Girlfriend
and yes...
 - Date Other People
   
These next two years are going to be rocky, that I know for sure.
But, I'm not going to sit on my butt all day crying and eating ice cream or sit in a dorm room hating life.
I'm going to make something of myself.
Yes, I am going to miss my love with all of my heart, but that is not going to stop me from becoming someone amazing.

So that is what being a Functioning Missionary Girlfriend is like.

Bonjour / Hey / Hi / Hello

Here I go.
I just graduated high school (Class of 2015).
It's Summer.
I'm going to be a Freshman in College.
I'm not sure if anybody is going to read this but why not.

Here are the rules.
I am not going to tell you who I am.
I am not going to give you real names.
But,
I am going to reveal to you all of the interesting things that go on in my life as a student at Utah State University.

So yeah, here we go.
This should be kinda fun.
Move in day is August 22nd.

Let the games begin.