Long Distance Relationship in 5,4,3…2…1.

I’m so sad about my boyfriend leaving I find it hard to even put my thoughts in order. A part of me is in denial, fooling itself to think that 3 O’clock is never going to come. That time will just stop itself and the world will stop spinning on its axis for me, for the sake of my happiness. The other part of me is in a place I’ll today call Lalaland. This is the place I normally go to when reality sucks to much for my fragile heart to handle; the place where I avoid my reality, you could say. But this time my heart knows better.

I’m freaking out. I’ve barely eaten anything, I find myself focusing on the task at hand as if it were a heart transplant, no matter how small or insignificant they are. When I am not occupied helping him get ready, like right now, I find myself uncontrollably moving my legs, unable to concentrate, and sad…very, very sad. It’s a sadness that comes from the deepest part of my soul and takes over, like some sort of tsunami.

I’ve never been in a long distance relationship before. In fact, I’ve always being the girl saying Long Distance Relationships are stupid, and a joke. But then again, I had never been truly in love with somebody before. I’ve never found someone who is worth the emotional agony of a long distance relationship, of not being able to touch the person you love. I love him, and the emotional agony is worth having a Best Friend/Boyfriend. Being his is worth it.

 

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