One year. Do you know what this means? It means we've commited. It means we tried. It means we made it. It means that us two people have decided to create a seperate life of our own together. And it made it. It means that at this point there is no breaking up. There's splitting up, breaking apart, going our seperate ways. But no breaking up. Breaking up is what you do when the other one does something wrong. And I think we've gotten past that. Yes, we've moved. And I must say that we definately do deserve this. More than a lot of people. It was a hard year. And I feel like it's been completed. Like I've closed (this is corny, hold tight!) one chapter and I'm starting a new one. I can't believe either of us has made it out alive. Cheers, darling.
