Three Months...that's All

My mind cannot focus on anything; it seems to keep weaving in and out of different thoughts; things that seem completely irrelevant to the task at hand, yet I cannot seem to keep my mind off Christmas; it is only three months away, yet those three months are so far, almost an eternity at least that is what my mind believes, and in three months anything could change; what if the weather would get in the way of his flight or he is unable to make it home because of deployment or worse yet what if "we" did not exist anymore; just these mere thoughts send my mind through agony because these thoughts are "worst scenario" type of thoughts; things that I know will never happen, but yet I dwell on them anyway; sometimes I wonder if I enjoy torturing myself this way so when he calls, I can tell him all my concerns, only to hear his reassuring voice to dismiss my worries, and remind me that he, my love, will be home soon with me in his warm, comforting arms.