I am so sad...not feeling sad, sad as in....I don't know, just read the post, lol *long*
Backstory: back in my early life, I was deployed to Iraq. While I was in Iraq, I met a young lil' private named Lopez. I put his first name in another post but his name is so common, nobody will ever find him. Anyhow, me and this Private Lopez hit off. Got friendly and...yeah, we're all adults so no need for details. LOL, so then the time came for me to head back to 'Merica, leaving ol' PVT Lopez back in Iraq. He eventually ended up redeploying, getting married, had a baby, then another baby, got out of the army. I ended up doing the same, came back in. The rest is history.
Years go by and I, from time to time, still thought about ol' PVT Lopez. I really liked that lil' boy, y'all. Like really liked him....more than I like my kid's dad liked him.
Fast forward to July 23rdish, 2011. I'm roaming around Kandahar, Afghanistan. Sitting up in the internet cafe, minding MY OWN business. Trying to figure out how I get the internet to work on my cell phone (cause I had to have my FB & CM). Mind you, it's about midnight and my silly behind is just roaming earth..by myself...cause I'm thug like that. I'm finishing up in the cafe and I get up to walk away. There's a bald man with a beard standing in the corner by the door with his arms folded staring at me in my face. I think "the fuck is he looking at" and I give him the "fuck are you looking at?" look and I walk out of the door. 2 steps out, I realize who I just have that dirty look to. I turned around and who was it? You guessed it, it was lil' ol' PVT Lopez who is clearly no longer PVT Lopez but he's now Mr. Lopez. So I smile and try to act all hard but truth was I could have hugged that man so hard, his rib cage would have caved in. Anyway, he gave me a hug and we talked for a few minutes and then he was about to go but I wasn't letting him leave without getting his number. We exchanged numbers and went on our way. Saying that I was ecstatic is an extreme understatement. I came back, we saw each other, he pissed me off. I blocked him and never talked to him again. Now I regret it.
Last night I dreamed about him. I had somehow gotten in touch with him and asked him what part of Afghanistan he was going to because I was going to be headed back soon. He told me and I was sad because it wasn't the same part that I'm going to. When we caught up back in 2011, he had told me that he had gotten out of the Army had been doing contracting every since so I can't lie, I've thought about what would happen if I ran into him again? Oh goooooodness.. Any and all morals and values that I have would be tossed out of the window.
Who on earth still thinks and dreams about a person so long after not having contact with them? How lame is that? I don't know what it was about him, but he touched me in a special place. Well, a few special places but y'all know what I'm talking about!