6 months.

It might sound silly to a lot of people (come on, it's only 6 months. So what about it?) 

To me, it means the world. I never (well, most of the time), I don't put up with people well and not for long, especially with boys. I get bored of people easily and people grow bored of me easily ('cause according to my friends and past lovers, I'm too difficult to handle.) I gotta agree to that. I have random mood swings and sometimes instead of telling the other person about what I really feel, I lie about it just to avoid any misunderstandings and arguments. 

It's different with this one, though. He actually put up with my bullshits, annoyance, randomness, childishness and temper for 6 months. That's a record, yaw. 

(Yes, I'm a bit foolish when it comes to love. yet, no one is smart enough for it.)

6 months and I have learnt so much from this guy. Patience, understanding, compromise, trust and acceptance. A lot more actually. (Like Brit accent, silly faces, stupid jokes and soon, Texas accent)  He didn't change me, and I know he never will. But changes come without you knowing it. And I'm proud to say, I'm loving these changes. 

For the past 6 months, he didn't need to do much to make me smile. Good morning text, good night texts, late night calls on Skype, movies, random "I Miss You" texts. Lots of things and he never failed to cheer me up on my cloudy days. When he talked about the future, it gave me hope that he's gonna stay, for a very long time. But, the future holds a lot of uncertainties, so for now, all I can do is pray that he'll stay.

So, babe. Thanks for the amazing 6 months we're together. Mua luvua yua. Hehe, I love you :)

PS: Sorry, this is a lil early.