Ruth and I have been together for about four amazing years. And thru it all, we have been physically together for about six months and two weeks. We're in what you call, a long distance relationship. You know; that thing people do that you say you would never put yourself thru, but the next thing you know you meet the most incredible person in the world and they just happen to live halfway around the world?
Yeah, I did that.
And I would never take it back. Not the months we were apart, not the heartbreaking day of us separating (which is in about 8 hours for us), not even the times when we didn't know when the next time it was when we were going to see each other. I would take the ups as much as I would take the downs. Cause nothing really worth it ever comes easy.
Sure, it's easier said than done. A lot of folks can't hack it, a lot more think that those of us who do are crazy. And there are those that do who are.
And you know what? Fuck'em.
I don't give a shit what someone thinks of my relationship with someone I've spent less time with physically than I have emotionally.
Hell, I'd rather it be that than the majority of the relationships that are the other way around.
I'm in love. I'm one of the lucky few who get to be in love with someone that unequivocally loves me as much as I love her. Yeah, we got it hard, but fuck me if something as little as 7,488 miles is going to keep me away from her.
We had plans today. We were going to go to the movies, go out for dinner, and spend the night at home.
We ended up just staying home and watching Veronica Mars, and it was so much better doing that than anything else.
Ruth is asleep right now, we get up in about six hours. It's taken everything in me not to burst out crying, just so I can keep her from crying so much.
I love you, babygirl. You know I'll see you soon.
See you Saturday, California. Which is today here in Australia, but because of freaky time traveling, I'll be arriving the day I left.
Noodle that one for a while.