My Marine is stationed in the States and I am studying in Europe. He was supposed to visit me after his deployment but for a certain sum of unfortunate events he couldn't. There was no way for us to see each other until mid 2013. But suddenly a miracle happened: he asked me how soon should he tell me for me to travel and see him. Imagine the explosion of emotions I felt, my face was getting hotter than a coffee pot and my hands were shaking. Anyways I faked it wasn't the big deal and answered timidly that I would need a month in advance, so I could get a good rate on the ticket. So, he said what if I tell you we can see each other in January? And that was it, end of workday (still 3 more hours to go haha).
I checked the tickets, it was doable! I was feeling so many emotions, I was going to see my man, the moment I have been waiting all this time was finally here, less than 15 days away. The possibility of being in his arms, to cuddle, kiss...the moment I've been dreaming forever (it seems now) was about to happen. I had no time, I had to arrange things at work, beginning to do the bags (yes, right now!), OMG I needed some new clothe (and some sexy undies), cut my hair, probably go to the aesthetics for a facial...yes!!!!
My world collapsed when he asked: didn't you have to renew your visa? All I wanted to do was disappear. My excitement didn't let me think beyond the obvious, what does a person need to travel? an air ticket...well, not in this world. Long story short I couldn't travel, there was no way I was able to obtain a permission from the government to leave the country on time to see him. I felt small, without power...how could this happen? a moment when we both could see each other and I waisted it, we couldn't see each other because of me and only me. Not a deployment, not the school, not the Corps...me.
He said it was short notice and that he understood, but no, I am the one that understands now; next time a plan gets canceled I wont complain, just re plan...hey, it could be because of me...again.
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