Love Narrative

“Love” If you had told me that I was going to fall in love with a SEAL two years ago, I would have laughed in your face and dismissed the thought indefinitely. But there I was in a bar in San Diego years later finding myself oddly attracted to a SEAL unlike any other, one that I had met in a bar and later held my hair while i lost the entirety of my stomach. Soon there after we fell in love with this sensitive serviceman.
I was new to California, new to Long Beach, and struggling to form any kind of relationship, with males or females. I was longing for girlfriends I could depend on and a stable relationship that had been lacking in my life for quite some time. Maybe it was the timing, maybe it was just fate, but meeting him that night changed
He introduced himself kindly and respectfully, his name was Chris. He carried himself like a servicemen, but there was something different about him.
“What do you do?” I asked.
Of course he fed me a few lies about his line of work in the ice cream truck industry. That’s how military men worked, they never admitted to their involvement in the military until you’ve pestered them about it. He didn’t take me as a fool, however. He later told me he fed girls with lies that included: he manned an ATM and was the one who pushed the bills through the machine to the people, or he waxed the dolphins at aquariums.
“Now Chris, I will never be drunk enough to believe that a man with that haircut like that and a body as defined as yours is not military. So what do you do?” I did not take long to get comfortable enough to interrogate him for the truth. Despite not being on my best behavior that night, Chris continued to sit with
He never got up to leave, and neither did I. We stayed till last call when everyone was being ushered out of the bar. As we stood up, we got pushed towards each other, where we shared an intimate moment pressed against each other. I could tell he worked hard in BUD/S, his body was firm and defined.
My consistent drinking of scotch throughout the night was taking a dark turn. The second we stepped outside I lost the entire contents of my stomach to the pavement. Instead of standing awkwardly to the side, Chris was in the action, holding back my hair and comforting me.

How could I not love a girl who gets drunk and then loses it outside the bar on our first date? She was enchanting, exactly the kind of girl I wanted to spend a lot of time with, she intrigued me and always left me wanting more.

Chris was the type of man to stick by your side through anything, even when we were married and I found myself distancing myself from him right before his deployment, trying to prepare myself for when he would be gone, he would be persistent in his actions to love me dearly and keep me