Six Months

Six months. A long time or a short time? Half a year, 183 days, 26 weeks, an eternity. If you're waiting for something, six months seems like forever. Six months until the end of school, six months until you go on vacation, six months until you get your license/ for me though, six months doesn't seem like six months. It seems like three months or three weeks or even three days, hardly as long as it really is. I've been working working for just over a year and half of that time has been with my wonderful girlfriend.
Six months and a day since our first kiss. I remember it clearly. It was a Monday, I had told her all weekend that I had a surprise for her. When we finally stopped at her locker, I pulled her towards me and that was that.
The next day we both knew it was coming. "Erica will you be my girlfirend?" She smiled and said yes. The most surprising thing of all is how much I came to love her in the next six months.
It was a progression from this tender fondness that I tried to bury to a growing want of her and then eventually, a need. I dream about her, I talk to her, I see her everyday yet I ca't get enough of her. I'll never get enough. Here's to a happy six months.