For these next six months, while you're so far away, I'll think about you every moment. I'll go to bed alone, and sometimes I'll cry myself to sleep. I'll worry. The smallest things will remind me of you. I'll look at your pictures every day. I'll go to work and pretend that I'm ok. People will ask me to thank you for your service. I'll wait impatiently for the days when we get to talk. I'll walk on air after we do. Most days will feel empty.
Most of all for these next six months I'll love you so much it hurts, but I won't be whole until you come home.