I would always hear that long-distance relationships could never work.
Ours would be the exception of course.
Ours would work, because we have TRUE love.
Turns out love only gets you so far.
There comes a point when a decision has to be made. One of you has to move. You know it from the beginning.
Going into the relationship I knew that sacrifices would have to be made. Plane tickets got expensive, getting simultaneous time off became more difficult. And for me there was the added challenge of the secrecy involved in flying across country for extended periods of time. Coworkers would drill me on why I would go so far away, how I could have “friends” there. My closest friends still don’t know that I’ve even been in a plane, let alone to the other side of the country.
Time and time again we would hit that same roadblock, “one of us will have to move eventually, so who is it going to be?” I never REALLY wanted to move to the East coast. And at first he was open to the idea of moving west, but over time that option dwindled as life became better for him there. We both saw it coming, but we were both optimistic and wanted to look past the blaring obstacle, “we’ll figure it out eventually,” “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
A year and a half passed. We crossed that bridge.
He was my first kiss, my first cuddle, my first “time,” the cause of my first airplane trip, my first love.
And now I have countless gifts, pictures, and memories to show for it that I have no idea what to do with. We didn’t end on a bad note, so it’s not like I want to go throw everything into the trash, but now pictures of happy times bring sadness. Songs I loved remind me of what won’t be.
I was never the biggest fan of Adele, but lately I can’t seem to get enough, now that I can actually feel her lyrics. There’s something comforting in knowing other people go through this kind of thing all the time, but I wish I could deal with it better. And quicker. Especially with Valentine’s day around the corner. That time last year we were together. The first and only time he came West to visit, versus the four times I went out that way. Yeah maybe I’m still a little bitter! I guess all I can do now is give it time.
Sure He and I both had our faults, and things were never perfect by any means, but it was love. But sometimes not even love can conquer the distance between two lonely people.

