I can’t believe it’s only been two weeks and yet it already feels like I’ve been here forever. Not that I’m complaining since I love every bit of my time here but I feel like I’ve been away from Barry for so so so long. We were almost always together the whole of our summer in Malaysia and these two weeks of being apart is honestly very hard for me to take.
When will this endless vicious cycle end?
Being apart, being together, being apart, being together. Missed calls on skype, unanswered hellos on MSN, nights of loneliness, seconds of missing each other, proclamations of love via various electronic gadgets, days of a certain emptiness somewhere deep within, memories of mundane things we often do together, trying to accommodate the 12-hour time difference, getting confused at what day it is on the other side of the world, trying to fall asleep to thoughts of our future together, counting down the days (4 more months=120 days=forever), feeling upset when he’s not there, feeling happy when he’s always there.
Long distance relationships, what is there not to love?