I have known Christian Michael Jones since I was in the 3rd grade. I have had a "thing" for him ever since. He played little league football for my fathers team, and I was the cheerleader.
From then on we couldn't put down the phone, texting 24/7 and 4 hour phone calls a night. The next day we were holding hands in the hall, and I finally had the boy that all the girls wanted. Lucky me. I was his number one fan cheering him on the sidelines at his track meets. After the track meets we spent time together, after school we spent time together, we spent so much time together, his parents and my grandparents had to put a limit on how much time we could spend. We followed the rules for about a week but no one could keep us apart. We went through our senior year together, graduated and had our graduation party together.
Everything was going great, then May 23rd came around. This was the day I was being shipped to basic training at Ft Jackson in South Carolina. This meant no family, no life, no Christian. I was crushed for the first two weeks. From being with him every second, to not even talking for 10 weeks killed me. Letters wouldn't cut it, I just needed him. In the end, this made us become so much closer and I am so glad we conquered this obstacle. I gradutated on August 4th, of 2011 where I saw him for the first time in weeks. I cried, he cried, we cried together.