Something that usually makes me jump out of my skin

And into his. But eighteen months is a long time.

And a lot of things happened in that eighteen months. For both of us.

For one thing; I fell in love. I never saw it coming and it just happened. But that changed everything.

I no longer pine for him and I no longer think of what it could've been. I moved on in a big way.

I'm happy with my boyfriend and I think he's happy with his career. I really don't know what he's been upto lately. But honestly, I just don't care.

He can come back here and start his career [which I'm still envy of, by the way!], but I'll be moving on.

He can call me to catch up, but I'll be bringing Emmet.

Last time I got a hold of him was last week. He was counting down the weeks til he finishes his contract in Sydney. He was keen to come back here, he said.

I was quiet. Silently counting the months that he had been away.

Oh my dog, it was in fact close to eighteen months. It was last June when he left for Sydney. It was last December when he came over for a visit.

And now, xmas is around the corner again.

The year had been quick. Though Emmet and I have our ups and downs. Our arguments and our differences in opinions, we still manage to stick together. Sure, I have my doubts. I have my insecurities but I am fighting my demons.

So yeah, Mark can come back and parade his pretty face around the Gold Coast again. I seriously think it wouldn't bother me that much.

Does it concern you, Mum asked. She is so Pro-Emmet.

No, not really. You know what, it doesn't, I said.

And it really doesn't. Because one look at his text message on my phone reminds me of how much crap he had put me through. It was a roller coaster of emotion.

And I'm over it.