To say that I am not disappointed is an understatement. I got my hopes up for something that was never going to happen. I created my own heartache by expecting too much. It hurts to feel that the person that made me feel so special just a few days ago does not want me today.What do I do? Do I ignore her and just walk on past or am I the better man and greet her while she is sitting with another man? Why does it feel like my heart has been ripped into pieces? Not just ripped but trampled into the dirt.Just to prove my point that shit definitely ain't going my way, we need to pass their table to get to the only other table available. My heart feels that it is just about to grow rock hard and crumble into pieces. My hands are slightly trembling, and I just know that I am going to stutter when I do finally speak."M...M...Morning Isabella.""Good morning Clayton."What happened to soldier? Why am I Clayton now? Why is she pushing herself away from me

Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building; your head tells you that you are an idiot, you are going to die, but your heart tells you that you should not worry, that you can fly. The first time I saw her, my heart whispered to me that she was the one, that she was my building. When I look at her, I know I can fly.Waking up next to her is the best kind of wonderful that you can feel. This is a moment I can live for, a moment that defines happiness."Morning, boo.""Hey soldier, is it morning already?""From the sunshine coming through the window, I am sure that it is.""Fuck I slept here last night?""Yes, boo, and let me tell you, it's the best I have slept in months.""Well, I did not quite plan things that way, but I am sure glad I could help.""So you did not plan on seducing me last night?""Uhm, last time I checked, you were kissing me out of my clothes, soldier.""As far as I remember, you d

What makes a hero?They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself.I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man; he is just braver for five minutes longer.All soldiers are brave; it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes.Am I a hero?I am a soldier that put my life on the line to save my squad. It is my job; doing my job should not make me a hero.Do I tell people, the people I love, the woman I am going to love, do I tell everyone the truth?"Betty, can I have a few minutes alone with my family before we carry on?""Sure, we will go get some coffee in the kitchen."Betty and her crew turn to leave the room. Isabella gets up and follows them out the door."No boo, you stay; I want you to hear this too. Please don't go."My mom takes my cold hands into hers. They feel like an icy winter wind. They are shaking; an indescribable fear is building up in

When you are in the Marines, everything comes to you as a surprise. You never know what your next move is going to be. What are you going to do and where are you going to be. I guess, in a way, it is true that being in the Marines and even the Military prepares you for everything.I am a man that is all up for surprises. There are those that are welcomed, and then there are those that you just wish never happened. The question is, what kind of surprise has your old platoon leader brought to your door.I quickly rush into my clothes before Isabella, and I walk to the lounge. I swear that I still smell of sex, but that is the least of my worries now.As I enter the lounge, Dobbs gets off his chair from where he is sitting across from my father. If he fucking salutes me, then I am punching him straight in the face but thank the pope, he only shakes my hand."Good to see you again, Jackson.""Dobbs, it is a surprise to see you here."In the Mari

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