Six Months

Six more months.

Not just for me,
for us.

We’ve both survived things
that taught us how to be strong
before we ever got to just be safe.

And after everything,
I found her.

Or maybe we found each other
at the exact moment we needed to.

I want to build her a life
that feels steady.
Soft.
Certain.

The kind of peace
she never really had.

So I’m finishing this.
Not out of pressure.
Out of promise.

I want to wake up next to her one day
knowing the ground beneath us is solid.
That she can rest.
That she doesn’t have to fight so hard anymore.

We both deserve that.

Six months of focus
for a lifetime that feels different.

And I’m grateful,
after everything,
that I get to build it for us.