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Date Posted: 04:14:47 06/09/08 Mon
Author: bad guy
Subject: bad guy

It�s 4:10 a.m. I�m lying here unable to sleep because of a woman. You could say that I am an idiot, and I wouldn�t argue that point. Almost one year ago I left what most men would consider the perfect woman. Why? Now that I think about it I really don�t know. I could give you some bullshit answer, which would be similar to what I gave her. For example, I was afraid of the commitment, and afraid of settling down. Or how about this, I was joining the military and didn�t want her to have to wait for me. It wouldn�t matter what my excuse was the truth is that I fucked up.
I remember the way I made her feel after I left her. It came out of nowhere she didn�t even see it coming. One day we were fine, and the next day she was crying in my arms. I just sat there emotionless, holding her, waiting for her to leave. It�s fine you can hate me now I am the bad guy in this story. But in every story the bad guy always loses, and in this story its no different. Karma�s a bitch it always catches you one way or another, and it certainly catches me.
Let me introduce myself, my name is not important, but I�m an airman in the United States Air Force. I am currently on leave and visiting my brother. I�ll be leaving here soon, and will be stationed in Italy. I�ll be going to one of the most romantic countries in the world with a heavy heart. I could be going with the woman I loved, but unfortunately I�m not.
She was the perfect woman. I�ve told her this many times, but she wouldn�t ever believe. She is a caring woman, very intelligent, sexy, and honest. She doesn�t smoke or drink, which I do both. The only problem I had with her was the communications between us was difficult. On the phone I would be the one talking, asking her questions about her day. She would answer, but her opinions she would keep to herself. This would drive me crazy. The only time I could ever get her to open up to me was in the bedroom. I�m not talking about the sex, but just laying there beside me holding each other. I guess she felt secure this way.
A month after we were seperated weagreed to meet and talk. She had some questions for me and needed some closure. Get this, another bad guy move, I suggested we meet for cofee at the same place we had our first date. Yea, pretty shitty move don�t you think. I didn�t even realize this until she brought it up. We sat on the tailgate of my truck after the coffee. She cried and asked questions for the most part. I just sat with my cold exterior making her feel worse. She was trying to figure why I did what I did, and all I could think about was leaving.
Five months after I left her I entered Basic Military Training. I went in with the mindset that no matter what happened there I wouldn�t let anything change the person that I am. I succeded in this for the most part, but on the nights when I was lying in my bunk trying to get my 4 hrs of sleep, if I was lucky to get that, for some reason all I could think about was her. I made it through the six weeks, and after that I was fine again. But one night while I was stationed at Sheppard AFB Texas, for my technical trainig, she sent me a text asking how things were. I had pretty much suppressed all the emotions I should have had, for all the shame I should have felt for what I did, I had suppressed it away. But that night it all hit me at once. She probably knew I was having a hard time, but she�s the kind of person who cares enough to make sure I was doing fine even after what I did to her.
It is now 5:37 a.m. I can see the sunlight shining in through the window. I�m tired of writing this story I don�t even know why I did. This is the rough draft I don�t think I�ll even try to rewrite. I hope you weren�t expecting a great story when you were reading this. Sorry I wasted your time.

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