This is our first weekend not together. Not gonna lie it hurts and I’m a little sad, and after the accident this week I would love nothing more than to cuddle in his arms and disappear with him. But he stayed at the barracks because I’m working the weekend, and went out with a buddy for drinks. I let him know when I made it home and I crashed. He was still out for a bit and then called me at like 1:30 am. I didn’t hear the first time and he sent me a message after saying he was sorry for calling but he needed me to call him whenever I woke up. By that time I was up and calling him back. He picked up and felt bad because I sounded like death on the phone. And he was just apologizing but I told him it was okay and asked him what was wrong, and he said he was talking to his buddy about his deployment and his friend started talking about the stuff he saw and what was bothering him. K said that was the first time he spoke about it and he could see he was hurting. And K was scared and felt bad for his buddy and the others who went on deployment. I do hate not seeing K this weekend but I’m really glad he was there for his buddy and they were able to talk.