Well...look at this dusty old thing...

It's been a while. Not that I really went anywhere with it to begin with. But you know what? Today I want to make a promise. A promise that I will write every day until the next time I see him.
My love. My passion. My better half. My Airman. He inspires me every day to keep going, to keep faith, to keep our goals progressing. I love him for that. That and so much more. I cannot imagine me without him anymore. We mesh so perfectly.

But after 5 weeks of holiday bliss, he had to return to the mysterious Asian land in which they insist he work. At least it isn't the middle east. For that I am grateful. Though I do wish that I could speed up the process. Once I graduate, I....we are gone. Out of this town, out of this rut, this dog house....

So here I sit...listening to "The Plegde" by Brenden Benson and dreaming of less rainy days of December that I spent so comfortably entwined....

"Soon, my love." he says. It can't come fast enough.