Healing Bonds

I’ve always been his spitfire. He’s always been my rock.

But he’s been gone for six years–and six years? Things change–our relationship changes.
We change.
Add that to his scars from the Army, to my own issues?
We’re a mess–a disaster waiting to happen.
The universe seems determined to rip us apart.
He’s broken. I’m wrecked.
And just as we begin to find happiness, find our footing…
Just as we begin to heal…
We crash.
I’m spiraling. He’s lost.
Is our love enough to save us? Or is everything we’ve lost too much to fight past?