Six months into this long distance relationship, I am learning a lot about love.
I’ve learned to have patience and faith. Because being in love with someone stirs up a bunch of sticky emotions. And if that someone happens to be 3,000 miles away…well, there are many more challenges.
Six month in, I’m getting used to the pattern…
I know that five minutes before I see Jay for the first time in a long time, I am nervous and thrilled.
And when I see him, I feel like everything is right with the world.
But whatever time we have together: whether it’s a month long Airstream trip or a long weekend…neither feels like it’s enough.
What I know for certain is that while we are together, as we walk down the street holding hands, I feel as though we should always be that way.
The final minutes before we say goodbye are really hard. The tears sneak up on me. And I know I should be strong…grateful that I feel this way about someone. But in that moment, all I can think about is the loss and how much I will miss him.
What keeps me sane is thinking about the next time when we can lock our fingers together once our plane lands in Seattle or New York.
happy for you yon!