still can see your brown skin shinin'
Sammy and I just celebrated our 6 month anniversary and I just have to say, "6 months already?" It feels so short, but so long. Time has gone so fast, it seriously feels like just yesterday we were sitting on the bench at the Greyhound station, questioning what we were, what we would become... Him explaining to me why it's complicated. Myself wondering if I really could do long distance again, knowing in the end it wouldn't stay long distance for long.
What's been done in those 6 months? Alot, really. We've grown as a couple, that's for sure. 3 months of it was spent 250 miles apart, complete with late night phone calls, "I miss you"s, and lots of online chats.
The last 3 months, though? They've been the best, and the hardest. Moving up here has changed our relationship, for the better. We've had our bumps and our faults. It hasn't been perfect. We've fought, we've argued, we've found things out about one another that might have been better left unsaid. Trust has been broken and rebuilt.
We've gotten better at communicating with each other without it leading to yelling. We love each other more than ever. I really feel that this is perfect. This is where I'm meant to be. We've seriously discussed the idea of marriage (to one another, of course), and it really seems like it will happen for us. I'm waiting for him to "pop the question." He's waiting for...I'm not sure. Stability? (Doesn't he know by now that with me stability doesn't last long? I always find some way to rock the boat.)
I love him and I can only hope that the next 6 months will be just as amazing as the past 6 have been. And from there on out, I hope that the years just keep getting better and better.
And they should. Love is a powerful thing, after all.