Some Truths at the Heart of Distance
I've been with Ben for well over a year now, and for about half of that time, we've lived hours apart from one another. In July, when I travel to New Zealand, we'll be 8,164 miles apart, with most of the US and an ocean in between us. We both know how difficult this type of relationship is, but we choose to make it work everyday because we know that in the end, it will be wo rth it. Ben and I before we went to see the musical Wicked last April. Saying “goodbye” never gets any easier. It doesn’t matter how wonderful our time spent together has been, and forget the fact that I’ll see him in a few weeks; that final “goodbye” will always bring tears to my eyes. The hour or two leading up to his (or my) departure is an emotional roller-coaster of ups and downs, laughter and tears. One moment, I feel incredibly happy knowing how lucky I am to have someone in my life that is so supportive and caring. The next, I’m in tears when I realize...