Six months. One hundred and eighty four days. Two hundred and sixty four thousand nine hundred and sixty minutes. And almost sixteen million seconds.
What can you tell in that period? How much can you realize? About yourself and about the person that you are with? Is it too short a time or too long a time? For anything? For everything? Or is it just enough time to know how you truly feel about another? Is it enough time to find that the constellation of emotions orbiting your world is actually because your worlds' orbit each other? Is it enough time to find everything you've ever wanted in a relationship? Is it enough time to realize that everything you need is standing right in front of you? Is it enough time to realize that the other brings out the best in you? Is it enough time to find that her absence means more to you than anyone else's presence?
Then again, maybe you found these answers at the outset. I know I did.
Love. Time. They're funny old things. And worth rediscovering anew. Everyday.