And Im going to be happy, finally.
I’m listening to The Wombats and thinking about my baby. After talking to him on the phone for almost hour I realized how much I miss him. He is the air I breathe. He was my happiness and I cant wait for him to get back. I don’t give a shit about what anyone says about him; my family or friends. Fuck anyone who cant understand that he is everything I need and want. Not seeing him for a year is almost unbearable but I can wait as long as it takes for him to come home to me. To my family: fuck you, what happened last year wasn’t his fault. To my friends: accept him or you wont see me ever again. I love him to the moon and back. He is my world.