The hardest part of it all is watching him walk away again at the end of the day. Knowing he’s leaving again. Saying “see you later” each and every time, hoping with each one, you’ll never have to say it again. When they leave and you watch them, helplessly, tears streaming down your face, that’s the hard part. The part no one tells you about. The part that tears you to pieces. But there’s always another reunion, sometime down the road, that keeps you going. Another chance of seeing them again which makes you get up in the morning. The knowledge that you’ll once again be in their arms after the wait which eases you to sleep at night. It’s not an easy life but it’s the one I’ve chosen and wouldn’t trade for anything.
via Military Relationships