Helen and I had been together for two years when I took a contract overseas. It was hard being apart but we managed with the occasional phone calls or the more frequent chat sessions. We talked about this or that, nothing really important, just two people talking about their daily lives. Time continued on, but in those eight long months away from her, I realized just how important she was to my life. It wasn’t anything grand; it was the little things like how she would take a bite out of my sandwich and feign innocence with that smile of hers, ignoring the fact she did it in front of me. Then there was the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. It was something more suited to a high school student than a grown woman. Yet it never failed to make me smile. I guess she had that effect on me, always making me grin or laugh for the smallest of reasons.