After a wonderful month and some odd days, he’s gone.
I know we’ll see each other again, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
If you’ve ever been in a long distance relationship, then you get it. A little bit at least. Until you’ve been in a cross-cultural, bilingual, LDR…you don’t quite. That’s okay, though. I don’t fully get others’ situations either. I just mean, blahhh, I get jealous of others who live only two hours away from each other and can drive there for the weekend. I cannot drive to Spain, no many how many hours there are in a weekend.
But as I say to Mario (and to myself, so I will believe it), we’ll be together in the end. It’s only right.