One day...

One day I met a soldier.
And then I saw him again.
And again and again.
And then I fell in love.
And now I know many soldiers.

Once upon a time I wondered what it would be like to know a soldier.
Like I knew it would one day become an intimate thing to me.
I just didn't think my intuition knew a damn.
But then why is it we don't always trust ourselves?
I thought:
Where would I ever REALLY run into one of these people?
As if. Incredibly unlikely, I thought.

-Angela