Departure

"The freedom of driving, the peaceful gestures of the ocean, together would make for a wonderful and fantasizing experience". Together we drove, one again hand in hand taking in every second we have together not taking anything for granted. We had so much planned for the weekend with such little time. As we continued to our destination a billboard captured my attention. It was a abnormally large billboard that was a simple black and white. However, the words written across it were what stood out to me. It read,

  

"In the same way, the Text does not 

stop at (good) Literature". 

Come to find out it was a simple billboard for a book store. I don't know why but this billboard is still imbedded in my memory. Maybe it is because Rolland Barthes is just that good of an author that I remember everything he cites word for word.  We continued on sharing memories and laughter. Clayton's laugh is contagious, kind of like when someone yawns and you automatically yawn. It is a warming laughter. It was fall, you could tell because the beautiful trees were red, orange and yellow. The weather was just perfect. That time to leave came once again. It is never a good feeling. But I knew just in one more month I would be in his arms once again. Long distance is hard, but if you know you love someone everything seems to be worth it. They always say the heart grows fonder with absence.  

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A Soldiers Love

The time had arrived, the time I had been longing for. It was finally here, I finally got to see my boyfriend. Clayton and I have been dating for eights years now and he attends school at West Point, in New York. West Point, if you do not already know, is the Military Academy. We only get to see each other once a month so whenever a new month rolls around I start counting down the days.
 
"Now, walking east towards I have no idea what, towards the rising sun" I scurry away to meet Clayton at our "normal spot". The spot where he always picks me up at when I get off the train. Its a huge oak tree, like the one you would see when you were little with a tire swing hanging from it. It is on the corner of Sixth and Fourth street right by the blinking yellow light. It is so picturesque, something you would see out of a movie. I have always loved that tree. Approaching the oak tree, I see a handsome soldier standing there in his uniform waiting for me, once again something you would see in a movie. He was tall with dark almond eyes. His uniform was crisply ironed and his shoes were tightly tied. His appearance of a soldier took my breath away. His huge grin on his face was from ear to ear. I ran as fast as I could and jumped into his strong arms. My heart melted and I began to cry. I finally got to see him once again. We were finally together again. It is what I have dreamed of and longed for. We walked away into the sunrise hand in hand, taking in every moment and never wanting the weekend to end We had so much planned with so little time. So we began...

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