afghan scarves

Sitting here, I knit a scarf for an Afghan winter, watching Henry betray Anne and wishing with all my heart I wasn't sitting here alone, that instead, he was here with me, the tall and brilliant man that serves in the best Army in the world, an officer and a gentleman. He is brilliant, an engineer with a Masters, and he likes that I have as he calls it "a thing for geeks like me."  And although I know that soon enough, within a months time, most likely, he will be... Distance means nothing to me, although, I would much rather he would be here with me. I was able to talk to him this morning, but only for a few short minutes, before our days really began and since then there were a few texts, including one that told me "I'm sorry I can't call you, Babe, I'll call you in the a.m. Sweet dreams, hopefully of me..." I love his texts... always supportive, always sweet, and our phonecalls are that much better. I wish he were here though... I wish he could hold me so the loneliness didn't get to me. Although whenever I feel too lonely, he told me to pick a letter by Ronald Reagan and pretend it was him writing to me, instead of it being written to Nancy. I love this book, I love that he told me to find it, I love that he wants that love, and he told me he hopes that he finds it with me. Already we have exchanged letters... I am so happy when I hear from him and absolutely sad when I don't. He doesn't seem to mind that I talk about anything and everything and he always has something interesting to say. I missed talking to him before I went to bed but was so glad to recieve a text promising me a call tomorrow when I wake... I miss his voice, the way he says things, what he believes... Anyways, I'm going to finish knitting this scarf that will keep him warm through cold afghan winter nights... I just wish he didn't have to go, but I will be as supportive as any girl falling for a Man who serves as a hero...