Romancing in the Past
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I don’t know what brought me to do it—maybe it was the feeling of loneliness that was beginning to sweep over me, taking over my core, or possibly just because I missed gazing into those big, beautiful blue eyes of his. Either way, here I was snooping on his pictures and I was sure as hell going to pay for it soon enough.
There was a picture of him on the ship, probably on a drill in the middle of the Gulf. He was wearing his dark blue Navy uniform, with a buckled bullet protection vest over his chest. On his head he wore a helmet. I don’t know what it was that he was using, but he was grinning up at the camera and I felt the sob rise in my throat, beginning from my toes. I gasped as it fell from my lips and suddenly I was bent over my laptop, bawling my eyes out as I was bombarded by the memories of us.
They were so strong that I could almost imagine his hands on my skin, running along every crevice and curve. I could just smell him as he bent down and kissed me into oblivion.
I hit the arrow for the next picture, but it robbed me of my breath—it was them, his family that he has now—his wife, him, and their beautiful breathtaking daughter.
There was a picture of him on the ship, probably on a drill in the middle of the Gulf. He was wearing his dark blue Navy uniform, with a buckled bullet protection vest over his chest. On his head he wore a helmet. I don’t know what it was that he was using, but he was grinning up at the camera and I felt the sob rise in my throat, beginning from my toes. I gasped as it fell from my lips and suddenly I was bent over my laptop, bawling my eyes out as I was bombarded by the memories of us.
They were so strong that I could almost imagine his hands on my skin, running along every crevice and curve. I could just smell him as he bent down and kissed me into oblivion.
I hit the arrow for the next picture, but it robbed me of my breath—it was them, his family that he has now—his wife, him, and their beautiful breathtaking daughter.