"I'm not a fucking Marine" he tells me in a raised voice.
Then he tells me stories of wanting to be with an Airforce Man because Navy always wants Airforce.
He was such an easy guy to please, an expensive date, but he was cool with whatever.
Totally flexible and not strongly opinionated on what to do.
Not a big Butchy Boss like Billy.
We would make out in Dark Corners all over central Okinawa. I knew I couldn't keep him, but he was nice to have for the day.
Then I return to my lonesome happiness. Where the only man that loves me, is the man that has treated me like shit.
The man that loves to hurt me.
We kissed each other on the ferris wheel, looking over my beatiful island. The wheel stopped when we got to the top and the wind rocked us ever so gently. He has to go, don't they all. "