Long distance relationships are, frankly, insanely hard.
This isn’t an advice piece, there is no but, it’s just hard. Not being able to hug your partner, to kiss them and to hold them, not being able to see them, to get dinner with them, to just exist in one another’s presence, is near impossible at times.
It’s lonely. I am the loneliest I’ve ever been. And it’s not their fault any more than it is my own. It’s in human nature to feel lonely if you cannot be with someone who you want to see all the time. You can call, text every day, reassure yourself and them, make plans for the once-every-few-months you see each other, and more, and often, you’ll still feel bad at times.
It’s worth it, certainly. My long distance relationship is the healthiest one I’ve ever had. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m confident that this person is the one I’ll marry one day. This feeling of wholeness, of completeness, is equally strong as the ache I feel in my chest, the loneliness that consumes me each day. I feel vulnerable and alone. I feel giddy with joy. I feel so loved, and that is why it hurts so much to be away from my love.
Long distance relationships are hard, and that’s putting it lightly. It hurts sometimes. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.