Dedrus
Jan 15, 2011, 11:40 PM
"Distance is for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough."
That is a wonderful quote, Kat... one which I am sadly finding very true at this very moment in time.
Despite my earlier stance on long distance relationships, I find myself to be deeply in love with the most amazing lady I have ever met - who lives across the ocean from me, 5 hours behind my time.
For almost three and a half months, we have been very intimate and - somewhere along the way - ended up 'dating', though never admitting it. Although we have come to realise that we are in a relationship with eachother and try our damned hardest to talk and spend as much time together as we possibly could.
Unfortunately, it just doesn't seem like enough. There have been many, many bumps in the road, complications and thankfully no arguments, but very few disagreements.
Lately, my lady has been very 'down' and she hasn't told me why - until tonight.
She's 'having regrets' about 'getting into another long distance relationship.'
I had a doubt, somewhere deep in my mind, that this was happening. I have constantly been trying to communicate with her, only to sometimes receive five-minutes talk with her (which I cherish every second of) or sometimes no reply whatsoever.
Before we had a chance to talk about this, she had to go to dinner with her parents. Obviously, I am very, very scared and felt like I couldn't throw this on any one person: not that I wish to throw this on any on you who are reading, as that would be unfair. I simply need somewhere to write this down, to at least let it out.
I'm not surprised, which is what creeps me out. This is the one thing I have feared for just over quarter of a year, yet, when it happened, I was barely phased. All I could do in reply was ask her if she still loved me, to which she assured me she does. Maybe I'm shocked, I don't know. I just feel like I should really get my ass to earn some cash and go see her as soon as I possibly can.
Which is a very unfair situation that I've laid on her. I go to college everyday, save weekends and holidays. Leaving me only the six weeks of summer break to even have a chance of meeting my lady. Although I would cherish it, I feel like paying for a plane ticket to see her for a few days is a little silly. I would love to spend around a month with her, before having to jet home, only to wait another year or so before I could meet her again.
Whenever I think about that, it makes me wonder if our relationship could have been timed any worse. I hate knowing that I have to make my lady wait another six months before there's even a small chance of seeing eachother. Even worse, eighteen months before the more feasible opportunity (when I've finished with Sixth Form).
Regardless, I am committed to this relationship. However, I can't expect the same from my lady - she's approaching 20. 21 before I have the more feasible opportunity of meeting her.
I love her. More than I've ever loved anyone before. I know what I feel is real and so does she.
Distance is a real bitch sometimes...
That is a wonderful quote, Kat... one which I am sadly finding very true at this very moment in time.
Despite my earlier stance on long distance relationships, I find myself to be deeply in love with the most amazing lady I have ever met - who lives across the ocean from me, 5 hours behind my time.
For almost three and a half months, we have been very intimate and - somewhere along the way - ended up 'dating', though never admitting it. Although we have come to realise that we are in a relationship with eachother and try our damned hardest to talk and spend as much time together as we possibly could.
Unfortunately, it just doesn't seem like enough. There have been many, many bumps in the road, complications and thankfully no arguments, but very few disagreements.
Lately, my lady has been very 'down' and she hasn't told me why - until tonight.
She's 'having regrets' about 'getting into another long distance relationship.'
I had a doubt, somewhere deep in my mind, that this was happening. I have constantly been trying to communicate with her, only to sometimes receive five-minutes talk with her (which I cherish every second of) or sometimes no reply whatsoever.
Before we had a chance to talk about this, she had to go to dinner with her parents. Obviously, I am very, very scared and felt like I couldn't throw this on any one person: not that I wish to throw this on any on you who are reading, as that would be unfair. I simply need somewhere to write this down, to at least let it out.
I'm not surprised, which is what creeps me out. This is the one thing I have feared for just over quarter of a year, yet, when it happened, I was barely phased. All I could do in reply was ask her if she still loved me, to which she assured me she does. Maybe I'm shocked, I don't know. I just feel like I should really get my ass to earn some cash and go see her as soon as I possibly can.
Which is a very unfair situation that I've laid on her. I go to college everyday, save weekends and holidays. Leaving me only the six weeks of summer break to even have a chance of meeting my lady. Although I would cherish it, I feel like paying for a plane ticket to see her for a few days is a little silly. I would love to spend around a month with her, before having to jet home, only to wait another year or so before I could meet her again.
Whenever I think about that, it makes me wonder if our relationship could have been timed any worse. I hate knowing that I have to make my lady wait another six months before there's even a small chance of seeing eachother. Even worse, eighteen months before the more feasible opportunity (when I've finished with Sixth Form).
Regardless, I am committed to this relationship. However, I can't expect the same from my lady - she's approaching 20. 21 before I have the more feasible opportunity of meeting her.
I love her. More than I've ever loved anyone before. I know what I feel is real and so does she.
Distance is a real bitch sometimes...