Relationships are always difficult, especially the ones involving love from a distance, particularly a long distance marked by miles and miles of roads, telephone cords, and plane itineraries. I was not sure I could take it, not sure if I could survive it--but my partner was supportive, and we held on in hopes of a better future together. This vision, and the certainty of its potential is what kept us linked despite the distance. Maybe that’s what's genuinely the most important thing--finding and being with the right person; only this way will the relationship last through (or even deal with) "for better or for worse."
I wonder when I will meet my love again. It has been a long while since I last saw him. From spending every waking moment with him, it has come down to two hours of telephonic conversation daily. From listening to his heartbeat, to hearing only his voice. I won’t lie--it’s no easy feat. But in the back of my mind and in the depths of my heart, I am at peace. Because I am still in love and so is he. This is a test that our love is going through. It isn't the end; it's the milestone.
Something my partner keeps telling me and something that I, too, have realised after so long is this: it isn't about the physical presence of another's body; the true essence of a real relationship is knowing that there is someone who loves you always, unconditionally, and from everywhere, and would do anything for you. After all, I remind myself, it will get better; we have the rest of our lives to spend together. Better. More happily. Happily ever after.
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