DEAR PAXTON

She was so excited to see his precious face that she could hardly stand to sit in the truck for another moment.  Quickly, she rolled down her window to get some fresh air when she saw him standing outside waiting.  He was standing next to a white wooded garage, kicking gravel while biting down on his lower lip.  He looked preoccupied and incredibly sexy, standing there, wearing a heavy army jacket smoking a cigarette.  His hair was quite a bit longer than the last time she had seen him, but he looked the same, only better.  His face was relaxed and unshaven.  He looked so innocent and vulnerable, but she knew him better than that.  Her feelings where mixed.  He had loved her so much, but had hurt her so deeply at the same time.  They had only known each other for two years, but she had experienced…