360 days and 4,938 miles.
It took me 8,760 hours and the length of the Amazon to understand what love is. To grasp the idea that a person can love every quirk about you and be there for you when you’re at your worst.
It took me a year to comprehend that taking a leap of faith for someone doesn’t always end in heartbreak. That with the right person, it will end in a spontaneous trip to Germany or running around the streets of Paris in the rain.
It took me 4,938 miles to recognize that “true love” doesn’t mean being inseparable; it means being separated and nothing changes. That if someone is worth it, distance is just a number.
Long-distance relationships may not be the easiest, but they are the embodiment of what it’s like to be in love. That although you can’t see that person every day, you have the rest of your life to wake up next to them.
That’s why 360 days are just days and 4,938 miles are just miles.