Three years ago I cut off a 6-year-long-distance relationship because the guy was getting too possessive. I was happy as a clam all by myself.
...Not a year later, a new long-distance boy comes along. I told myself he didn't know what he was getting into, so it wouldn't last. I carefully distanced myself. Did he ever prove me wrong. We had some rough patches, but in the end we both gave in and stopped holding back, and we've been hopelessly in love for the past year.
I'm not sure he ever learned how to ride a bike, and he's made it quite clear I will never get him on the back of a horse... but hey, he also said he didn't want to go sailing and ended up loving it. We have our own very separate lives (we live three hours apart), and on the surface not much in common, but our base values are the same and we never run out of things to talk about. I'm in love with him a little more each day. We have passion, trust, respect, compassion, sacrifice, compromise, and communication. To me, that's what love means.
My housemate is currently in an exclusive casual relationship. Which, of course, she insists isn't a relationship. She doesn't want to get into anything serious because she's moving back and forth to school and doesn't want to do the long-distance thing. Well, the guy 'cheated' on her with his ex and just doesn't respect her. Sure, they have a good time, but at what expense?
Relationships with us kids these days are endlessly complex... we want our autonomy but loneliness prevails. Distrustful flings ensue. So you know what? I'd rather be with a boy I'm completely in love with and trust with every ounce of my being, even though the stakes are higher, even if it's not the most logical decision, even if I have to make other sacrifices: even if I'll be devestated when it ends. If it doesn't hurt to let go of, it wasn't worth having.



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Excellent post.