Dog tags/ Bring It On Home

I just got Matt's dog tags today in the mail. I seriously almost leaped for joy when I saw that Army envelope.
That boy is far too good to me. He put a silencer on it (like a plastic covering) so I can actually wear it. I'm allergic to metal so I wouldn't have been able to do beforehand. Goodness I love that boy. He thinks of everything.

So I'm about to send him my first letter. I hope he likes it. I didn't really know what to say. So I just wrote three pages of everything I could think of although I could have probably kept going. But I don't think he'll get that much time to read 17 pages of "I love you"s mixed with my boring life. But then again I don't think he'd really mind... :)

10 weeks. Just 10 weeks until I can see him... Goodness, how could so short a time feel like so long? It's only a couple months right? Still... it feels like a lifetime. But it will go quickly. I'll make it go quickly.

Oh dang... it's that song. This is the song that was on the radio when I was taking him back to his house for the last time. What a car ride that was. Way too much crying for my taste. That was when I wish he didn't live so far. I like to avoid long car rides like that. Especially ones like that.
And the weird part is that this is the most horribly perfect for that moment to play... seriously, watch this.



It makes me wanna cry. Stupid song... perfect songs like that keep finding me.
I need to write the perfect song, that's what I need to do...