While I was constantly missing him for those two years, I tried my best not to sit around and pine. I worked hard, traveled around New Zealand and Asia for four months, went off to college, and spent almost four months in the Middle East. You could say I was actually fairly productive. Needless to say, despite my grand adventures, I would have given an arm and a leg to have my best friend back.
Well 98 Letters, 9 care packages, 102 weeks, and 4 phone conversations later, he was home. Our reunion was magical, if not a little awkward. I'm pretty sure he patted me on the shoulder once. But after about five minutes, we were back to normal. It was almost as if he had never left. The things that we loved about one another had only been magnified. The things that worried us were gone. I was just overjoyed to be in the same room as him!
The last month that he has been home has easily been my best. Everything seems to be going right. And even the struggles seem a lot more manageable with him on my team. We have been having so much fun being together again figuring out our life. Things could honestly not be better.