Day 1, the depression sets in.

"I am a military girlfriend. I have promised to be here for him upon his return, no matter
how long he is away. People may say I am insane for making such a committment with
no guarantees, but I hold onto our promises and have faith that he will come home safe to
me."

I saw him the last time and gave him his last kiss on Monday. I spoke to him on the phone for
the last time yesterday at 5 p.m., and I recieved my last text from him last night at 10 p.m.
I spent almost the entire night crying my eyes out wrapped up in his blanket. Today is the first
day I will have absolutely no contact with him, and I'm freaking out. Now, for some background
information, I have been with my boyfriend for 3 1/2 years, 1 1/2 of which he has been in the
Air Force. He is currently at Lackland AFB in Texas for BMT, it is the first time we have ever
been apart for this long with no contact. He promises he is coming home for me, I believe him.
After a few days I will be fine, I know it, I just need a slight break from reality...after I get paid
 next Monday I am going to go get my nails done and buy a halloween costume. I guess I am
going to spend the next 8.5 weeks pampering myself and concentrating on school and work.
But damn it, thinking of when I get to see him the next time is what is getting me through the day
 today.