This week has been stressful. I've had work every day, tests in every class, projects I need to work on, papers that needed to be written, but I always manage to find time for you, my person.

Since December of 2013, we have been through so much together. I won't get into the details of our relationship, but let me introduce the basics: we met in high school, became friends, and then I realized I was falling for you hard and fast. You ended up liking me back - how crazy is that? Someone as amazing and perfect as you gave your time and heart to me. Almost three years later I am still just as in love with you as I was that first day.

Time passed, I finally went off to college, and you were about to start your career in the Navy. I found myself thinking, "Is it worth staying with him while he is in the Navy? Can I handle a military relationship?" I'm a product of a military relationship and my parents have always warned me to try to stay away form military guys because the relationships get too hard - but they have a great marriage, so I just assumed that they were exaggerating. But looking back, I realized that during the eight weeks you were in boot camp, I was in a dark hole. I was depressed and worried about you all the time. Nothing hurt more than that day when I missed your phone call, and you had already been gone for a month. I missed you more than you will ever realize. My parents were right, it got extremely hard.

After boot camp and after school in Pensacola you got stationed in Washington, where you'll be for a little over four years. I didn't think it was going to be so bad because I was able to talk to you every day. I came to find out that loneliness creeps in, and we are both in positions that are not the greatest. The distance has taken ahold of our relationship and completely disfigured it. Every little thing that we do gets on each others' nerves. We fight - we fight so much it's exhausting and it's always over the most irrelevant things. Just when you begin to ask if it's even worth it anymore, there is always that one thing that keeps us going, we genuinely love and support one another.

Whenever I am upset, I pause and reread the letters you sent to me while you were in boot camp. They give me hope, because even in dark times, I know that you love me more. I constantly bicker with you about who loves the other most because I always it was me. I am the romantic between the two of us, I have so much passion for our relationship, so to me, it made sense that I loved you more. Deep down, though, I know without a doubt you love me more. I can be ruthless and utterly rude to you for no reason. You never make a big deal about it, you let me say what I need to say and you don't add on to it, even though I holler and get frustrated with you if you're mad at me. You know what's going to push my buttons and refrain from doing so, even though I push all your buttons at the same time - continuously.

I don't give you the credit you deserve for dealing with my crazy self. You put your foot down and tell me when I'm being annoying or ridiculous. You know when to tell me no. You're exactly what I need. You contradict everything about me. I don't need a guy that likes the same things I do or acts the same way as me, it gets boring. You mellow me out like I'm acid and you're a base; we balance each other out. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm on cloud nine. I love every second I get to spend with you, which isn't often these days. I take you for granted and I can never truly explain how sorry I am for that.

You're my person, and others can see it. You're worth every tear, every laugh, every eye-roll, and every skipped heart beat. Every moment with you is a memory in the making. You are so worth it to me. I miss you more than you will ever know and I can't wait to see you when you are able to come home. I love you.