I've never been attached before.
Now I know what to say if people ask me if I've ever been attached before. To me, it was a yes. From now on, it is a no. It never was, I thought too much. I dated him, but truthfully, we were never attached.
From his blog,
I'm a military freak. I can bump into anyone who has gone
through national service and talk to him about his unit. I can tell a C-130,
Chinook, Apache or Super Puma is coming just by hearing its engine sound. I'm a
moderator of a foreign military forum.
Somehow I was smiling when I was reading this, but aching inside as well. Smiling because it's all so... *shrug* sweet and funny, aching because I never knew it and will never have a chance to know him better/further than what he reveals in his blog.
I hurt inside, but I can only hide it because it doesn't help to be revealed. He hides it as well. Maybe he used to hide it and now he doesn't need to hide anything at all. I miss him. I like him so much sometimes I think I can't live without him.
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