I Met A Girl

Fifteen years ago I met a girl.  Truthfully, I’d been looking for her my entire life.  It was hard at first. I had only the vaguest notion of what she looked like; no more than a silhouette at first. As time passed and I made too many false guesses, her image became clearer until the night I asked her to dance after a Marine Corps Birthday Ball Celebration.

Eleven years ago, I married the girl.  Fifteen days later I left her to sharpen my blades. To train to kill unknown men in a far off land that had seen the birth of kings and the death of prophets.  Six months later when I returned the girl was waiting for me, our youngest held in her arms.

Today I roll over and smile at the girl. Her silhouette is even finer than before.  Once again she holds our youngest in her arms.

Happy Anniversary Naomi.

Our love is as strong as the steel in our wedding rings, scratched in places but unbreakable.

 

About the author

John Greaves III is a writer based in North Georgia with nearly two decades of experience in training at home. A former amateur kickboxing champion, John now competes recreationally in powerlifting. He takes a physical culture approach to training; believing that strength and health need not be mutually exclusive. In addition to his nonfiction work, John has written two fiction books, A Different Kind of Giant and A Little Lesson in Manners that are available on Amazon.com.

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