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The first thing you ever said to me was,

"I want to be a Marine".

So you enlisted and I ended up falling in love with you.

And I guess you loved me back.

After I met you at that camp during the summer,

I went back home to my small town, and you went back to yours.

2 hours apart.

120 minutes apart.

Little did we know that our distance apart,

would tear us apart.

During the summer of 2015, we'd talk until 3AM.

We'd skype everyday or talk on the phone. 

We'd call each other cute nicknames.

Then one day we stopped calling each other period.

I had to focus on ROTC and graduating.

You had to focus on the Marine Corps.

And another girl.

We broke up without ever saying goodbye,

and when I text you asking "what's up?" And "how are you?",

reading the words "I'm going out with a girl Wednesday night."

makes me want to die.

Before we stopped calling,

you called me your Airman and I called you my Marine.

Today is Wednesday and you're out with her,

and I'm crying while writing a silly poem about you.