Every time.

I missed this.

                                       Kara's pov

In my experience change has almost always been hard. The idea of change alone would terrify me...but I'm tired of being scared. Not so long ago I was at crossroads, choosing between love and duty.I didn't think I could have a stable relationship with someone, as a hero, and not have to worry about them getting hurt, or—or worse. that time in my life falling in love with someone didn't even feel like an option...well that was until Mon-El literally crashed landed into my life.

Loving him wasn't even a choice because he made it so easy...and yeah there we're some times where I wanted to squeeze his former infuriating ego out of him, but now I'd rather settle for squeezing the palm of his hand...and just yesterday the thought of touching–let alone being near his was nerve racking, because I wasn't willing to admit to myself that him not having his all of memories was the new normal...and I surely wasn't willing to admit that, deep down I was already falling for this new and shall I say improved version of him, and that alone was petrifying. I didn't want new Mon-El, I wanted the old one...I wanted the one the actually knew me––the one that actually remember me, I wanted my Mon-El...and know that there's a chance that I can get him back—hence I finally accepted my feelings for him—I was tired of worrying—I-I was tired of overthinking, because at the end of the day I knew that I'd still be left feeling miserable, and empty. Out of all those nights that I've spent locked inside the whirlpool of overwhelming thoughts in my mind, one thought remand constant, and that was, I needed Mon-el in my life, even if that meant I was only getting half of him—because Rao knows half of him is more than capable of making fall in love with him all over again—, but Mon-Els words from yesterday made me realize, that even if this particular solution doesn't work out, there's still hope––there's still a chance, a chance that we're gonna take, to get the rest of his memories back.

I guess that just how life goes, there's chances, there's hope, and there's change. And although change can be terrifying, it can also be rewarding. Like last night pre se. I wasn't expecting to change to current status of Mon-El and I's relationship––but I guess that all changed, when I lunged myself at him, even surprising myself––, but an reward in doing so, is finally feeling the weight of confusion and guilt lift off my shoulders, an reward in doing so, is because my able to feel the familiar warmth of his lips when we kiss once more, an reward in doing so, is getting to wake up up next to him...just as I did this morning.

I was too preoccupied letting the tips of my fingers run across Mon-Els chest to even notice that he's been staring at me ––for who knows how long––, until he finally grabs my attention by planting a soft kiss on my temple, causing me to turn my gaze from my fingers running across his shirt and up to him.
"Hi" Mon-El greets me, with a soft smile stretched across his face. His scruffy dark brown hair is being reflected by the yellow suns rays currently shining through my window making him impossibly adorable.

"Hi" I reply, not even trying to hide the vibrant smile growing on my face. I missed this.

"How'd you sleep?" Mon-el asked his voice slightly crisp, and groggy.

"Mm, great with you here" I reply honestly as I tuck my head into his neck. It's funny how you can get so used to sleeping with someone, to the point where if they're gone...your sleep simultaneously goes with them. "You?" I ask him, letting my eyes slip close, allowing myself listen to the familiar steady beat of his heart.

"I also slept great" Mon-El says softly, as he moves his hand down to the ends of my hair, and begins to twist the strands in his fingers gently, "sleeping here with you is much better, than sleeping in those uncomfortable DEO cots" Mon-El adds chuckling lightly, sending soft vibrations into my ear.