As most of you (should) know, I'm currently living in Madrid, Spain and my boyfriend Keith is living back in Toledo, Ohio. It's a 6 hour time difference.
That being said, this post is about us.
When we first starting dating, we were very open with each other. He knew from the beginning that I was going to be leaving for a year, and we were ok with that. We have always been very open with each other about everything and have a great relationship.
So, of course, when the day came when I had to leave we were both pretty upset. We sat in the middle of our hotel hallway crying together before we drove to the airport. The airport was sad for everyone and my whole family and I cried. But once I had gone through security and there was no turning back, I sat waiting by my gate for the plane to arrive. And in that moment, I knew. I wasn't scared. I knew that we had a strong enough relationship to have a successful long distance relationship.
I don't know what we would do without our iPhones - they are literally a necessity for life!
But this morning was a rough morning for me. I was thinking about Keith as normal and I started to cry. I've been here for 3 weeks now, and while yes I always miss him, this was the first time it's made me cry. (Naturally I called and woke him up and he made me feel better...)
On one hand, it is sad to be sad and to miss the people you love, however at the same time being sad is a good feeling, because I know I still care and love him.
So we talked for a long time - about all aspects of our relationship, our lives, our goals, and the future. While this is completely normal for us, the feeling of being that close to each other and having the feelings we do - even across the ocean - was amazing.
I don't think you can really ever understand how complex and truly real a long distance relationship is until you've been there.
There is so much that goes into it. You have to work. You have to accept. But most importantly, you have to take time and communicate.
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