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I found this in one of my blogs.

"You don't know me. "


You don't know me but I am the girl that sits in the back of your classroom. You think that I don't care and you treat me as a waste of space because I don't seem to listen to you or participate in discussions. What you don't know is that I am listening, but I have more on my mind than you can possibly imagine. I don't participate in discussions because I know that when certain topics come up I will not be able to control my emotions.

You don't know me but I am the employee that never seems to get a task done. This is because to you, I am too concerned with my cell phone to get any work done, for you see I am always checking it. What you don't know is that it isn't who is calling me, but who isn't calling me. You have no idea that I haven't heard anything, good or bad news, for almost a week now...no signs of life, no warm words.

You don't know me, but I am your neighbor. You think that I am an akward young teenager because you never see me going out or with friends just coming home after work with this depressing look on my face. You know that I live pratically alone, yet you always see me carring massive amounts of food and supplies into my home. What you don't know is that I send that food to him. I spend my nights putting together care packages intsead of getting drunk. I don't go out because he might call and I would never miss a chance for a two minute conversation.

You don't know me but I am your daughter. You say to me that I am still a child, who doesn't know what I want. You tell me I am crazy for wanting to follow a man that I love across the world and back. In fact, you tell me that I do not even know what love is. What you don't know is that every negative word and every criticism cuts me deep, even if you refuse to notice. Every fiber of my being longs for him while he is gone and my loves runs deeper than any others, because I may never have the chance to show the world.

You don't know my but you are my friend. You have known me for years, but you still don't know me at all. You criticize me for growing up to fast. You get tired of hearing about him and how much I love him. You don't understand why I am no longer the person I was a year ago. What you don't realize is that every day I have to worry about never seeing him again. A worry like that can age you very quickly. You don't see the pain in my eyes when you fight or complain about your boyfriend. You take advantage of your time together and have no idea how much that kills me. For you see, I would give anything to spend just one moment longer with him.

You don't know me but I am your fellow American. You see me as some teenage girl who cares more about her life than her world. You see me as ignorant for not reading the papers or watching the news. Because I am still a teenager you assume that I do not support this country or its people. What you don't know is that I refuse to watch the news and read the paper because I have to fear seeing his name or face. I have to worry about him and his friends every single moment of my life. You don't understand that I now live my life by, "No news is good news." What you choose to not see is that I in fact have more pride in this country and him that I tear up during our national anthem. You do not see the look in my eyes anytime I see an American Flag. You do not see the ribbon I wear swearing to be loyal and faithful to him.

You do not know me but I am your love. Although you know me best, you still do not know me very well. For you see we don't see each other and when we do it is only for a short time. You see me as strong, but deep down I am weak without you. You see me as brave, but I am truely a coward. You do not see me struggling to get up every morning without you. You also do not see the way your love for me inspires me to do great things. You do not see the way your sacrifice has shown me what is important in life. You do not see the way I light up when the phone rings. Or the feeling that I get knowing you are coming home to me. You are my bestfriend, my life, my love, and my Marine. You mean the world to me, even though we hardly know each other. Yet despite this unfamiliarity, I know who I want to spend my life with and it is you.

Too bad you don't know me....
For I am one of the strongest people out there
I am in love with a United States Marine

How about for once instead of judgment we pass acceptance.
How about instead of hate we spread love.

Semper Fi