Holding on for dear life.

It's 1am and it's my usual date with my phone. Sleep has been pretty non existent lately so my phone and I catch up. I stare at pictures, replay memories, try to create new ones in my head of what it's going to be like when he comes home, and listen to music. Music is my outlet. It speaks when sometimes I don't have the words. It comforts when he can't.

I'm holding on for dear life. Our emails, texts and Skype dates keep me going. It's why I wake up every morning, put a smile on my face and keep pushing. We are getting really good at this email thing. It allows both of us to open up and say things we might never have in person. He says and feels things that I never expected. Reading what he has to say is the best part of my day and I fall in love with him a little bit more each time.

I have been thinking about getting a yellow ribbon on my wrist for years. With both of my brothers in the service, it has always been something I'm passionate about. I woke up the other morning and decided to finally do it. It means a lot to me, especially now with my other half gone. I see it on my wrist now and it's a little reminder, to keep holding on. That even though he is gone, he will be home one day. This deployment isn't going to last forever and when he gets back, his hand will slip into mine and ill be reminded of why I waited.