Long-distance relationships are often viewed as these impossible feats - that you must be crazy to be in one.
Every once in a while, I agree.
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Updated 8 years ago,May 29, 2017
Love and distance.
Going the Distance
To me, a beautifully painful combination.
Two words in which their meanings and expectations and responsibilities have intertwined now inseparable.
I dont know one without the other, and Im not sure if Id have it any other way.
Unpredictable and stable to its core: heres my take on it.
Long-distance relationships are often viewed as these impossible feats that you must be crazy to be in one.
Every once in a while, I agree.
Going the Distance
At certain times, I feel as though Im missing out on normalcy, a sense of partnership.
But, I think its gone deeper than that for me.
If this is the person I will be with for years to come.
If all of the planning and waiting is worth it.
If where I am now will help me get to where I want to be in five years.
In a perfect world, Id never have to say bye to you.
We wouldnt go weeks without being able to laugh or eat pork buns together.
Wed be able to come home from work and eat dinner, side by side.
It never gets easier.
Youd think that a constant stream of texts and phone calls would substitute for physically being with your person.
Youd think that hearing the words I miss you twenty times a day would make everything better.
Boundaries when to text, when not to text should be set.
And those boundaries shouldnt consume you.
Conversations with a beginning and an end.
The whole quality over quantity idea hopefully Ill understand it soon.
But, for the next five years, I want to begin to live without a security blanket.
They go places and do things together solely for the purpose of not being alone.
And I know it sounds cliche, but you are truly only alone if you dont have yourself.
Touch itself appears to stimulate our bodies to react in very specific ways.
The physical effects of touch are far-reaching.
Maria Konnikova, The Power Of Touch.
Its scientific, its facts, its real.
I miss it every day.
I wish there was a way to stop time.
I wish there was a way to make moments last.
I wish it every day, more than anything.
But, theres not.
Today will end, tomorrow will come and there will be a next and a next and a next.
All those stupid little things disappear, even though youre holding on so hard.
Time hurts, and I feel it in my throat.
As ugly as it can be, its all we have left.
Precious time and Ive learned to worship it.
