Happy.
Happy, happy, happy.
We're finally at a point in our relationship where we have literally been through the most ups of ups and the downest of downs. I don't know if that makes sense, but I don't even care.
She means the world to me, no matter what happens, at the end of the day, she's mine and I'm hers. One day I'll be able to say that at the end of the day she's the one I'm coming home to. I can't wait for that day, I can't wait until we can have time to ourselves.
Being apart so much just sucks. When you live so far away from your partner, when you only get to see each other 2 times a week. Sure for some it may sound over-dramatic, but if you think about it, we get 16 hours together a week, 16 out of 168 hours. It's really not that much. There's so much that we want to do together, but 8 hours really just isn't enough.
Despite all the distance and time apart, despite both of our busy schedules and opposite timetables, she still manages to keep me immensely happy with the time that we get together. Imagine what I'd feel like if we had 7 together a week.
This may be too corny for some of you to handle, but reality is, this is where I come to share my thoughts, my feelings. I haven't written one of these posts for a long time.
We've been through so damn much, but as always, we come out on top. We really can get through whatever bullshit life has to throw at us, or even what we have to throw at each other on occasion. I love her so much, she is my all.
