A Long Awaited Reunion

I know it has been an exceedingly long time since I've written anything. Mostly it has been much of the same, I miss my soldier, but he has consistently proven that my love for him is based in something pure, wonderful, and sincere. He has been my rock through so much, especially the pain and insecurities I've been facing this semester...my life is changing, and the assurance that he's willing to embrace the tears and wants to see me as I am, regardless of what I am feeling, is endlessly comforting. It means the world to have someone believe in you even when you cannot believe in yourself, and I certainly don't begrudge him his "I told you so" moment. He did, he told me so.

It's a week now since I returned from Spring Break, a two-week period in which I had the opportunity to explore the narratives of Israelis and Palestinians and gain perspective on the ongoing conflict as part of one of my courses, Israel/Palestine: Histories in Conflict. Not only did I gain perspective both personally and academically, but it was an opportunity for a long awaited reunion. Finally, after ten months apart, Skyping every other weekend, I saw my soldier again. It was, hands down, the happiest moment of my life. I wish I could describe that reunion in less uncertain terms, but my emotions were a slew of contradictions, oscillating between confusion, absolute certainty, and pure disbelief. Experiencing Israel together was incredible, and there is consolation in knowing that I will be safe in his arms again in a few short months...I love him with all my heart.