Suspended in mid-air.

In case this had escaped your attention, my boyfriend (honestly, I think 'boyfriend' is a rather inadequate description; what I feel for him transcends a word like that. But I digress.) lives in England. Why I bring this up, you might ask? Well, why not? It's something that's constantly there...because he isn't.

It often feels like being suspended in mid-air, both mentally, and literally. The past 18 months I've spent more time at airports and on planes than in all my life before being with T.

Of course, the coming holidays are extra reason to think of him. Last year I was terribly sad that we couldn't spend Christmas together; you want to be with the one you love on Christmas, right? Well, there's no sadness this year! I'll be spending Christmas with him and his family in England.

Which will be strange for many reasons. I've never celebrated Christmas without my own family, for one. And the customs in England are different from ours. I will do my darndest to not make too many faux-pas... But if I do, you'll be the first to know. ;-)

If someone had asked me 2 years ago, "do you think you could ever be in a long-dostance relationship?", I'd probably have said nuh-uh, no way. Too difficult! And it is. But..that's how it is. And you have to accept that that's how it is, for the moment, or you'd go mad. And that's the last thing you need, you know??

However, accepting it, does not by any means mean that you have to like it. I know I don't. And I know he doesn't either. The thing that makes it all worthwhile is the other thing I know: that he loves me. Like I love him. And that's the most important thing.

Amor omnia vincit.

Dig?

Monday, December 20, 2004 posted by Wardi @ 2:33 PM