Nine moths I'll never get back.

I've never been so lonely, it's like when he left he took half my heart to Afghanistan with him. Nine months is way to long to be apart from the one guy in my life that has never ever let me fall. I can't even put into words how much this is hurting me. I've lost something and it's hurting more then I've ever hurt before.

He's actually gone. I keep repeating that to myself every few minutes just because I need to keep reminding myself that he's not right downstairs. For the first time in my life he's not there to hold me in his arms and tell me everythings going to be ok. He was the person I went to for stuff like this. If I was broken inside he'd know just what to do to fix it.

I have this urge to run downstairs and check if he's there. Every night before I go to bed I go down stairs just to get a hug from him to know I'm safe and it's ok to go to sleep.

I just realized what I lost. The safe feeling I took for granted. I want to feel safe again.

Please come home safe.