It hasn't gotten much better

but it has somewhat sunk in.

I doubt I've ever been that shocked by news before, you expect to hear a lot of things throughout your day. But not something like that. Not that the man you love is being sent across an ocean for a year.

Plans have been ruined, hopes have been dashed. Its another year of wondering if he's safe, wondering if he'll forget how much he loves me from so far away. Another year of constantly having my phone in my hand in case he calls. Another year of figuring out the time difference.

It makes me want to pull my hair out. It makes me want to scream. I just sit with my head in my hands...

But we'll make it. There was never a second thought for either of us, we will get through this, together.

"She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart
While i'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar
And we don't know how we got into this mad situation
Only doing things out of frustration

Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
She needs me now but I can't seem to find a time
I've git a new job now in the unemployment line
And we don't know we got into this mess is it god's test?
Someone help us cause we're doing our best

Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
But we're gunna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while yeah
We're smiling but we're close to tears
Even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting
For the first time"