Enlisted in love

A Story by Writers_Block

I remember when i first began this journey or better yet, when this journey began me. I wasn't prepared for the training i would endure and i wasn't aware of the obstacles i would solely need my partner for. I remember the training as if it were yesterday; the screams,pain,tears,sweat,lies,truths, and loneliness.Most of the training was mental yet in ways physical. I enlisted in love, i realized; after my first look upon what was soon to be what my term consisted of.I was trained for love but not this kind of love, this love was rare and as the temperature has risen the war took the shape of her. I figured it to be a mirage but inside my thirst for it to be reality had grown to greater lengths. The few days i spent in the barracks; polishing my heart i found that my mind became what was to be considered the war but this shape of this women haunted my thoughts. I began to think as i continued to shine my heart, that i should tell someone. I knew that if i were to explain to someone what i saw and how i felt, they just wouldn't understand. I tried to explain to the drill heartgent that what i had seen was indeed real but instead he told me to wake up and smell the letters burning.Letters burning was just a way of saying the end is near.This war lasted for as long as we both kept fighting,hiding, and finding; other ways to ignore what was inevitably true. We never stopped loving each other but, we found our selves slowly falling as we lost grip on the love we once felt.The time and distance took a tole on our minds and our hearts but the true meaning of the argument was that we were miserable without each others company. The battle has left scars and bruises but most of all this battle has left nothing but memories trailed behind me as i find my self at the turning point; yet the middle of my term. During the noise of the battle which found its way through to my ears but never my mind; i would close my eyes and hope to remember whats awaiting me on the other side.The after math can be described as a simple tear or an unbearable yet forgiving pain but i remember it as a ever lasting thirst for war. I left my term with more knowledge than when i first began and i never quite finished my journey but i remember the war as if it was yesterday. When i hear the loud pound of my heart, i remember that my scars will heal and the battle will continue else where. I enlisted in love, i enlisted in love and when i enlisted in love, i enlisted in us......