Being in a long distance relationship is taxing, to say
the least. I, of all people, would never have expected myself to be in one. As
of today, my boyfriend has been gone for almost two month now. Wow, it’s weird
to think that it’s been that long. I talk to him all day and then I Skype him
all the time. But today was the first day that I actually realized that I can not
drive the 45 minutes it usually takes to get to his house. It’s crazy the
amount that I miss him right now.
He always tells me about how bad he’s feeling because he’s
so far away. I know he feels like it’s his fault that I’m sad sometimes. He
feels homesick for the first time. Until I came along, he had no intentions of
coming back to the states so soon.
Whenever people talk to me about it they always say that
the cheating is what is so hard for them. But, I honestly, have no desire to be
with anyone else beside him. When other guys, try to hit on me it really just
disgusts me. But, if it’s funny I tend to friend zone them.
The hardest part about it all is the risks of the whole
thing. We have lots of plans for when he comes home from school. But not
everything can be set in stone because things are so up in the air.
It’s just such an abstract relationship. I can’t touch or
feel him. I can only see him because of the Internet but even still there is a
lot of solidarity in that. I trust him enough to accept it all to be true but
then again he’s only been gone for two months. Even in those two months I feel
like I’ve grown closer to him. Learned more about him.
Ew. The level of mush in this post… it’s gross.
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