I'm a hundred and ninety-five now. It's been a decade since that time that Erik came back home bloody and wounded, dangerously treading the doorsteps of death.
But thankfully everything had turned around in our favour. Because Erik and I confessed our feelings for each other.
Things have been going really well between the two of us after that time. Of course we fight, but we make up quicker. Because Erik always let's me have my way. Mostly.
I love Erik, I love him a lot. I'm happy to be with him. Erik means everything to me. He is my joy, my laugh and my pain. He is everything.
His position as the general makes it sometimes had for us to be with each other, but our love cannot be beaten by distance or trivial matters like that.
