why does life do this?

two months. 8 weeks. 56 days. that's all the time I've had to work with you on this set of orders. it didn't take long for your stupid humor and blue eyes to grab my heart. now all day at work I spend my time listening to every word you say praying something could happen, that I could touch you in some way. sometimes the pull is so bad my heart feels on fire. we talk, we laugh, we share pictures of our kids and the failure of our once complete families, find every small possible way to touch and interact and then we say goodbye. just to do it again in the morning. I love these days, I didnt think I would, but i do. and now in 48 hours my time is up and i move from one military base to another AGAIN. I remember how much I hate this part of being in the service, how close it can make people in such a short time just to be taken away even quicker. but this time it really hurts, because this time I'm leaving you. I'm going to see your face for the last time soon and for some reason its killing me, because if I'm being honest you're the type of person I could spend forever with.