Where does the time go?

It's been six short months since you entered my life and the time has slipped passed me in the blink of an eye. And yet the journey to get here has been difficult for us both.
We've had some struggles in these few short months, events that would tear most people apart or at best rock the foundations of their world. Together we have managed to claw our way through agonies that seemed to have bestowed themselves upon us so very early on, to evolve stronger and victorious and more resolute.

Hand in hand we have shared a miraculous journey that was so clearly fated for both of us. It was no accident that we found each other the way we did. And it was somehow absurdly unique that after finally finding what the other had been searching for, for what seemed a lifetime, that it was quickly and so cruelly tested to it's very limits.

But here we are, half a year...Yes that's right...half a whole year later still fascinated by the other. Still wondering at the craziness of it all. And how a single phone call, and a little bit of dutch courage leading to an early morning drive could result in something so remarkable that it still makes me catch my breath when I recall those first few moments......
The first time my eyes reached yours, the smile that danced from my eyes to my lips as you said Hello and then that very first touch.....as you held me in your arms and everything around me stopped as my heartbeat fell in time with yours...
You were the one.
The missing piece of my soul.
At last,
I was Home.