dusting off the old lj
i kno it seems like all i write about it bad, depressing stuff. dont know why. i guess i just use this as a vent. whatever the case, heres yet another one. i kno i put warnings on these, but this time really make sure you wanna read this. i honestly dont care if you decide read and comment or not comment or not read or whatever, i just need to get this stuff off my chest
fuck distance. fuck every single mile in between us.
every so often someone asks about me and jess, about how we're doing while we're both at school. i always just say that we're doing fine, because we are. i still love her as much as ever, and i kno she feels the same way. what i never mention is how fucking hard it can be.
obviously it is NO fun AT ALL. not a day goes by where my heart doesnt ache and long for her, where i dont wish i was with her, and every single day i wish she didnt have to share this pain. somehow we made it through those first three months apart in the fall. we just talked about it the other day, and neither is sure how we did it. all i kno is that it was totally worth it to ride home with her from the airport the night she came home.
somehow we managed to find the courage to push through all those goddamn miles.
its only a little over one month this time, till spring break. but of course its our luck, so our breaks dont line up, but nothin really ever came easy for us so we'll deal with it.
its only one month, but already the pain is getting to me. i love her so damn much, i hate not being able to hold her, to kiss her, to just lie on the couch until the wee hours of the morning with her. i hate going to work knowing that i have to just go home after instead of seeing her.
most of all i hate feeling this way. one reason we keep going is because all this shit makes physically being together so much better. its just sucks so much going through this part.
fuck distance. fuck every single mile in between us.
every so often someone asks about me and jess, about how we're doing while we're both at school. i always just say that we're doing fine, because we are. i still love her as much as ever, and i kno she feels the same way. what i never mention is how fucking hard it can be.
obviously it is NO fun AT ALL. not a day goes by where my heart doesnt ache and long for her, where i dont wish i was with her, and every single day i wish she didnt have to share this pain. somehow we made it through those first three months apart in the fall. we just talked about it the other day, and neither is sure how we did it. all i kno is that it was totally worth it to ride home with her from the airport the night she came home.
somehow we managed to find the courage to push through all those goddamn miles.
its only a little over one month this time, till spring break. but of course its our luck, so our breaks dont line up, but nothin really ever came easy for us so we'll deal with it.
its only one month, but already the pain is getting to me. i love her so damn much, i hate not being able to hold her, to kiss her, to just lie on the couch until the wee hours of the morning with her. i hate going to work knowing that i have to just go home after instead of seeing her.
most of all i hate feeling this way. one reason we keep going is because all this shit makes physically being together so much better. its just sucks so much going through this part.