this is difficult.

I met this boy once. We were friends. Good friends. We talked, we laughed, I liked him. One day, he asked me a question I'll never forget. He asked me if I went to church. He asked me what I believed. I couldn't answer him. Not enough time, no words to say. I couldn't answer him.
It was okay, at the time, that I couldn't answer him. I didn't know what to say anyway. And I liked him, I wasn't planning on losing contact with him anytime soon. We were friends, sort of. And then, I heard something I really didn't want to hear. He was going away. Far away, for a very long time...maybe, possibly forever. I didn't know when I'd ever see him again.
The last day I saw him was not much fun. I said goodbye, he saluted. He was a Marine, that's what Marines do. And I felt like crying. My heart was tearing into a million pieces. I just smiled, my last farewell, and waved him away. So far away.
On the drive home that night, I broke. It wasn't the fact that he was my friend. It wasn't simply that fact that made me cry. It was the conversation I'd never finished. It was the words left unspoken, the words I didn't have.
I thought I'd never see that boy again. I thought he was gone forever. And then he came back. One day. One day, I got to be his friend once again, and it all came flooding back. All the feelings, all the wishes, all of it.
It's different now. Much different. I still love that boy. I still wish him the best. And now, now I have the words. All those words I couldn't have spoken--I can speak them now. I only need the chance. I only need some time.
But he's gone...again. I don't know if I'll ever see him again...again. I asked for his address, so I could write him a letter that might speak the words I never could.
I don't know how this story ends. I only hope it's not too late.