6 Short Months

It's been 6 months since I decided that against all odds me and Mister were gonna try it again and this time we would make it. Six sometimes long and sometimes short months. Sure, I've only seen him 3 out of those 181 days. But In those days I've come to love him more than I love life itself, and that in itself is different to me than we were before, which in turn makes me happy and scared at the same time. I get scared when I think of him going overseas, I worry about him and not me and it's at these moments when I realize that I have grown up alot these months.

We've had our fights, and we've made up every time. He's not perfect, and neither am I, but if we've made it this far we can do anything :)