We spent the whole night talking on the phone just wishing we could fall asleep in each others' arms. Wishing we could kiss each other goodnight and cuddle the air out of each other. I'd kiss you all over your face over and over again just to keep you awake so you'd stay up and talk to me.

We seem so strong now and I thank God, I finally have someone who treats me the way you do but my thoughts keep bringing me forward to the day where I will have to leave and you'll leave and we'll try to make it work but we both know we won't be able to make it. So I'll pray that when I come back home, you'll be waiting for me. Because I know I would do the same for you.

Happy 6 months, Duckie. Remember, they didn't think we would make it, but you've made me the happiest I've ever been in a while. You take care of me and I love you so much, I feel weak on the inside. Just getting a text from you makes me smile like the world's biggest idiot. Now that out hairs somewhat match, I feel even geekier but you're my favourite comic book geek and I'll always be your movie freak.

We both know this won't end but who said we can't hope that maybe someday, we will actually spend our days sitting by the beach with cokes in our hands and the night sky full of stars shining on us.

"I can only love you more."

We'll get through this, baby, because I know all I'll ever need is you. Thanks, baby. Thanks for the best 6 months of this year.