There are few people in this world you can call at 2 am.
And not call for help,
But for solace.
There are few you can trust with your silent pleas.
The gut wrenching, heartbreaking silence where words just aren't enough.
Thank you for being mine, you truly have a heart of gold.
I want you to know I'm okay now.
And I think you are too.
I think we both made it through.
But I still pray you are appreciated, I pray she realizes what she has.
Because good men are hard to find, especially one so kind.
I'm proud of you
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
There are few people in this world you can call at 2 am.
And not call for help,
But for solace.
There are few you can trust with your silent pleas.
The gut wrenching, heartbreaking silence where words just aren't enough.
Thank you for being mine, you truly have a heart of gold.
I want you to know I'm okay now.
And I think you are too.
I think we both made it through.
But I still pray you are appreciated, I pray she realizes what she has.
Because good men are hard to find, especially one so kind.
I'm proud of you
To my best friend & one of the toughest marines I know. I'll always look up to you, even if I can still kick your **** from time to time.
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