Joe started his casual job as a 2nd Lieutenant, and Nicole took care of the apartment. She signed up as a substitute teacher to get her out while Joe was working. They would spend their nights and weekends together. They didn’t have much. The apartment looked like a mismatched garage sale. A table from an… Continue reading Fifteen
Moonlit sands of time, They slowly wash away, Under the crash of our deires. To hold you close is all I want, To love you now until forever, But time with space conspire for it to happen not. No time to spare, No space for time, Only love to bridge the gap, I long for… Continue reading Moonlit Sands of Time
“You’re dismissed!” The Superintendant yelled as the Thunderbirds screamed overhead and caps flew into the air. Joe was the happiest cadet in the stadium. He ran toward the stands and found her red hair coming toward hime. “I’m so proud of you.” He grabbed her as she jumped into his arms and kissed her. He… Continue reading Fourteen
Ring dance late junior year was the epitome of social life for the Cadet at the Academy. He flew her out. It was a bit funny when he introduced her to his old roommate, and they both had the same dress. Needless to say, the night was wonderful. Pictures on the Terrazzo, a beautiful sunset. … Continue reading Thirteen
Sophomore year was finally done. The summer gave way to training basic cadets and an aviation. Joe did gliders, flying above the Academy and controlling the fall back to earth. It was fun, and with ten flights he got his first wings. He got a set for his other half. During his three weeks he… Continue reading Twelve
It’s been almost 11 years now since we started talking back and forth. I liked her from the start, and we got along well. It took a couple months, but I was able to get to some training near her, so we could finally meet. I took her to dinner. Looked at her, smiled, talked. … Continue reading What Should I Say?
It’s hard to dream, When you don’t sleep. The price you pay, for the secrets you keep. The lies you’ve bought, For the for the life you’ve sold. For the love you’ve had, And “I love you”‘s never told. To hold your hand, And see your eyes, Is both my greatest pleasure, And my great… Continue reading It’s Hard to Dream