Standing at the airport I feel a little alone. Where is Taja? He should’ve been here by now. I pace up and down the large room. When I finally see his plane land I jump up and run to greet him. As he enters the room everything else goes away. I run over to him and hold him in my arms. My soldier is home! We walk to the luggage racks. After grabbing his bags we take off for the car.
“I’m glad you’re back.” I say.
“It’s nice to be home.” He replies. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” We walk on in silence for a bit. Then I can’t help it. “Taja?”
“Yeah?”
“When are we going to start planning the wedding?”
“Why don’t we start in a week or so? I need a little rest. How ‘bout we go out to eat tonight? I can have a warm meal and you can get out of the house.”
“Sounds good.” I say. Inside though I am ready to burst. We have been engaged for two years. He had to go off to fight in the war though. I stayed home with the pets and my kids but they’re at their father’s house now. We decided to go to….
About the author
lilfroggie1007
In a box. Please come let me out.
I’m Milly Z. I love reading and writing. I also play RPGs every now and then. I love music: The Killers, Taylor Swift, Toby Keith, Rodney Atkins. My friends are pretty amazing. I love them all. My characters resemble them a lot. I also love animals. I have two dogs and two cats and if there was a fire they’d the first things I’d get out of the house. I can’t stand to do so much as hear about an animal getting hurt let alone see it. I’m twelve.
Quotes I live by (sometimes):
Flying isn’t impossible, you just throw yourself at the ground and miss.
The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can’t.
Remember that you’re unique, just like everyone else.
People are always afraid of the dark but they should be afraid of the light. Afterall, that’s where you can see what’s hiding in the dark.
I’m not afraid of the dark, I’m afraid of whats hiding in it.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, “I used everything you gave me.”
The purpose of life is a life of purpose.
Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night.
There are things our there much worse than death…............................................................ have you ever spent the night talking to a car salesman?
Life is like a beautiful melody, but the lyrics are messed up.
One way to defy the laws of gravity is to love some one.
Forget love I’d rather fall into chocolate.
If love looks with the mind and not the eyes, is cupid blind?
Current Favorite Song(s): When You Were Young and Somebody Told Me.
Currently Reading: Maximum Ride Series
Published on January 16, 2008.
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My soldier is home
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