One Month...

...since I last spoke to him.
One month since I made the decision to love myself more.
One month since I promised myself to keep this promise and NOT CAVE!
One month since I last told him I love you.
One month of wondering whether or not he's thought of me
and knowing that I've thought of him almost daily.
One month seems surreal on one level,
and yet a drop in the bucket on another.
If you looked up stubborn in the dictionary, you'd see a shining picture of my smiling face.
I can keep this shit up for as long as it takes... I am worth it.
Bring it on Muddy, bring it on.