He marched off to the army, and I swore I’d wait for him, heart and soul.

The first two months, we were like love-struck pen pals, scribbling letters every damn day. Then it trickled down to once a week—guess they’ve got strict-ass rules about phone use in the barracks. And then, well, I fucked up. Got wasted in a club and ended up screwing some random dude. Now I’m drowning in guilt, and it stinks worse than cheap vodka.
#regret #cheating #armylover #heartbreak