Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Introduction.

For my first post I would like to tell you about myslef. I am eighteen years of age, I currently live with my mother along with her boyfriend and my younger sister, I do not attend any schools, I am a high school graduate, I am a music composer, and I am in a long distance relationship.

My relationship is what inspired me to start posting again. The reason we are a long distance couple is because of the fact that I moved to a town which is three hours away from my hometown. Before the move we had been together for about six months. Now it is about nine months. I do plan on moving back to my hometown shortly, as soon as I can come up with the funds to pay for it.

The past months have not been easy. That being an understatement of course for those of you who are or have done long distance. I understand that we are young, in love, and naive. However, that does not make the love we share any less special or real. I can not simply say or type my feeling, it's something only the two of us can understand.

Tonight's phone call was not any different than the most. He sounds upset and distant, and I try to be as supportive and compasionate as possible. Never does much good though, he's quite stubborn. However, I know he understands the things I do for us, as I what he does. I do hate going to sleep feeling guilty. So usually I stay up until three am watching tv, netflix, or youtube.

Things have been much better , though, since I first moved. They never are the same as when I am with him. I wish they could be, but in my experience, wishing doe sa hell of a lot of nothing. So I put it out of my mind and stress a little more about it. Recenetly, my stress has gotten so bad that I wake up in the middle of the night panicing because he is not next to me.

i am an eighteen year old mess of a woman. And I absolutely love every stress he gives to me. I can't tell you enough how much happiness he brings to me. So after every " Goodnight, I love you", I shake my head and sigh. Always ending with a tear in my eye and a smile on my face.

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