It’s always really hard being so far apart most of the time. This weekend was the longest we went without seeing one another, which was a little over two months. Arguments were rough to deal with because it was so easy to rage quit Skype or hang up the phone and ignore it; time became scarce when distributed amongst so many different tasks. The last touch became lost and faded into a pool of memories that seemed too distant to remember. Days almost became easy without even a single text hello or goodnight. But seeing him again made me a very happy camper. I started to remember why and whens and see how much he’s actually grown up; that’s extremely hard to understand when we’re 240 miles apart. But being with him again makes it all worth it. :) We celebrated our 10 months yesterday without even remembering about it!
