Something's not letting me sleep.

I don't know if it's my heart or my brain doing the work. But my head keeps playing sad love songs over and over again. And it keeps replaying the scene when you left today. The tightness in my throat and chest, and the increasing pressure behind my eyeballs included.

A new record. My pillow has been wet two nights in a row. And I don't want it to be wet again tomorrow night.

Two more weeks. Two more weeks till it's over, I hope.

Please don't let the air force be equally as tough and mean and hard as BMT is.

Please. Don't have to go overseas too. Don't get posted overseas, or get overseas training, or have to go to an overseas university.

Please stay here. Even though you're not with me, but at least I know you're near. Well, kind of.

And if I get that job, I'd know I'd have someone worth coming back here for. And I'd have someone waiting for me. And I wouldn't feel like it's a chore to come home.

Please. That's all I beg of you.