Decisions are one of the hardest things that you will ever make in your life. They are about choosing between where you should be and where you want to be. They are those choices that change everything. Those moments when you decide to change something that you should stick by and stay committed to. You are always one decision away from a different path and a different end.
I have three pairs of eyes staring back at me; what I choose to say now will definitely be one of those decisions.
After several moments in silence, Isabella is the first to speak. "So out with it, soldier. What did mister hot platoon boss want?"
"It seemed quite serious; what did he want, Clay?" my mom is the second to ask.
My dad sees the nervous expression all over my face, tries to ease the tension. "Give the boy a broken girl; if he wants to tell us, then he will."
"Thank you, dad. The thing is, I don't think any one of you is going to like it."
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Following your dreams or following your heart. That is a difficult decision to make. You spend so much time of your life living for a dream, for that purpose that drives the bones moving in your body. Then again, your heart can also give you a purpose; it can give you a dream that is worth living for too. But they say follow your head and not your heart, following your heart is a bigger risk to take, though is following your heart, not the better choice to make.That brings me to this moment. Am I going to lose Isabella because I want to follow my dreams?I look deep into that big brown eyes of hers, I am shocked to see the tears build up in them and tiny drops roll down her cheeks."Boo, no, why are you crying?"I try to pull her into my arms, but she softly pushes me away."I don't understand; what is wrong? Why are you crying? Why can't I hold you?"She is breathing short heavy breaths, and I can hear little sobbing noises coming from her
…Isabella POV…Did that break my heart? Of course, it did, every second, every minute, and every word I said. I just broke my soldier's heart and mine into more pieces than what my heart is even made of.But I can't; I will rather lose him and still be able to bump into him in town than lose him and not being able to bump into him at all. I cannot stare at someone's ashes and wish that there was more than an urn to hold.I wish he could understand that.But I wish he could also understand that I will not be the woman he gives his dreams up for. Cause he will wake up a bitter man one day and blame me for everything that I have taken away from him.I can't do that to him.The one thing I have learned about time is that it does make things better. He will come to see by the time he deploys that I will be nothing but a faded memory.I want him to be happy.Is that not what sacrifice is all made up of? I know that if i
I made a fool of myself…It is never easy to say I love you, and when you say it, you better well mean it. You should say what you feel and mean what you say. Tomorrow is not a promise, so you need to say it today.So I decided to take that risk. It was not so much that I was afraid to say I love you; I was more afraid of how she would react. The possibility that she was not going to say it was always there. The thing is that I love her even if she does not love me back.So I have made my decision, definitely for sure this time. I am doing this; I am going back to redeploy. I played my hand in love, and I failed. I will instead stick to something I know I am good at.It does not mean that my decision does not hurt. My heart is broken, I am broken, and she is broken. Sadly, you cannot have both of your dreams at the same time. If there were a way that I could do both, then I would be right there, taking both with open arms.I am busy getting
They say that life flashes before your eyes when the end is near; well, I say that is bullshit. The only thing I saw flashing in front of me was the lights of the car that nearly hit me.It was close, but the car was not the reason I fell; this damn prosthetic leg slipped and gave away under me. But that is not what Isabella saw; she saw the car heading straight for me and coming to a dead still.Now I am lying on the pavement with a head that is pounding like a bïtch. I swear if it were even possible, my goddamn leg would be broken.The pain shooting from my leg is so intense that I find myself grinding on my teeth. My eyes are still closed as I wait for the world to stop spinning.Then I hear her voice, the voice of an angel. She has lifted my head and placed it on her lap. She is sitting next to me on the floor, clinging to me, holding my face in her hands.She is crying; I can hear her voice tremble as she says my name over and over again.
To think she loves me. Hearing those words come from the lips of an angel, puts me in seventh heaven. I will love her in ways that she has never been loved before. For more reasons, she has ever been told. For longer as she will ever remember. For more than she can possibly deserve. I will show her more love than she ever thought existed in me.But now she has a secret. Coming from a man with secrets, secrets are sometimes better left untold. But is this something I would like to hear?"Boo, what is going on?""Soldier, I know how much the Marines mean to you. And I know how much you really want to redeploy.""And I am not going to redeploy if I can't have you. If you have to ask me tomorrow, then I would say the same.""But you giving up on your dream, and I don't want you to be giving anything up for me.""Boo you don't understand. I love you. The Marines are not going to love me; you are going to love me. I don't care what I need to give
Secrets and lies that is what our relationship has been made up of. To be very honest, not one of the best ways to start a relationship on. If this is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, then maybe you should reevaluate your choices. Your choices affect your future, defining moments shape you, and love is what keeps you whole. So make sure you do it right from the start.The thing is, if you tell a lie once, then all your truths are questionable. They say a truth does not cost you anything but a lie will cost you everything. Secrets and lies will kill a relationship; no matter how careful you are, you are going to get caught.Should there really be any more secrets between us? I mean, is there really a point where you have to bend the truth as far as you possibly can. But is a secret and a lie the same thing? Technically not. But to the person on the other side of this question, they are both equally the same.No matter which way you look at
As a young child, we all have dreams; at the tender age of even seven, a child can tell you what he wants to be the day he grows up. It might change several times over the years, but the principle stays the same, you still have a dream. In a way, we never grow up; we are always aiming higher and bigger but yet we still dream.I am not one that needs to remind you what it feels like to have a dream taken away from you. So when I heard that I could have my dream back, I did not hesitate to grab it with both hands.The best part of this yet is that I will have Isabella by my side, walking this path with me step by step. I am scared that if I close my eyes for a minute too long, all of this was a real dream in my head.Sitting here with her next to me, I feel that I need to hear it again. God, I hope that my ears were not deceiving me."Boo, please tell me again. I am so afraid I have fallen asleep and have dreamt this impossible dream.""Soldier, I am
The bus was near inches away from driving out of town, and Isabella has asked the driver to stop. To say that I am not scared for what is about to happen would be a blatant lie. Has she at this very last second gone and changed her mind?But the driver does as she asks, and he pulls the bus over to the side and stops. The doors are not even open yet, and she is dashing outside. The tremble in her hands is so bad that they are clearly visible. I don't know what, but something has got her spooked.I move closer to her but very slow, for I know not to cramp her space when she is having what she calls a panic attack. Not truly a real one in the sense of the word. It is just she prefers her space when she needs a moment to think for herself."Boo, are you okay? What is wrong?""Soldier, are we making the right decision?""I think we are. Do you think otherwise?""I am scared we are going to lose each other. My heart won't take being without you."