Angel of Metal
She's long gone, my angel of metal. I had to send her back. Back to myself, ironically. I wouldn't think about it if I were you. Time travel is very hard to think about. Even I, whose whole life revolves around time travel, have trouble comprehending it.
But that's not the point. I want her right by my side. Mom always told me that the war was going to be the hardest thing I ever had to do but she was wrong. Sending my beloved machine back into a time when I was younger, hurt a hell of a lot more.
I know what's going to happen between her and me. She doesn't know yet. But soon she will return and she will know. That's how I can bare letting her go.
I watched her last night while she 'slept'. She likes to lie there and let me watch her. I traced her features memorizing the curve of her cheek and the bow of her mouth, things that I won't see until her return.
I remember this movie back before the war called 'Back to the Future.' I always liked to watch it because Marty was just as confused with time travel and who he was as I am. But now I find it ironic because I can't wait for Cameron to come back to my present/future, depending on how you look at it.
I just want her back. Soon she will return but every night will be filled with dreams of her and every fight will be fought for her. My beloved, my machine, my angel of metal, my Cameron.