It blows my mind to think that 8 months have passed.
when its nearly a year since we arrived here
and 70 degrees outside
reminding me of last summer,
it brings jumbled emotions to the surface.
There are still a million "what ifs"
which lead to even more "what would it be like now" scenerios...
I just have to accept that this is still really hard.
And allow myself to miss him
and not pretend like my arms don't ache to hold him.
Because they do...
my body still physically aches for him.
But, we've still come a long way since last summer.
And each day is a step towards something new,
even though I'm clueless today as to what that might be.