This Is Not The Last Farewell

Something has prioritized itself above all else. It is currently 1:07 A.M. and I can't seem to turn off my laptop. Yellow has decided to join the marines. Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic for him. I think it's great that he has made a decision. But above all, I am afraid. He promises to write to me. He'll be closer to me, and when he graduates, he'll have 10 days to himself. He promises to come visit me in those ten days. But I'm afraid that one day he'll grow old of me. He'll forget to write. Or perhaps he won't want to write. He claims writing is his favorite thing to do, and he would never grow tired of writing to me. He claims I'm the only one he wants to write to. What if something were to happen? Too many people have left me, and I don't want him to be another one. He's done it once before. Yellow has left me once before. It took me so long to forget about him, and when I finally do, I receive a sign that tells me he's returning. Hell, I was right. I was right. He returned. But at that point, I left him behind.

In the past two weeks, I have let him back into my life. In the past hour, he told me he's leaving to join the Marines.

You better not leave. I will kill you. I will make you pay for the tears, the worry, and the agony. And if you leave me in any form, I will hate you. Yellow, good luck. <3>I'll wait for page long letters like these. I expect more than a page though. (It's a random picture I found. Don't read whatever's on it.)