Being in a relationship in general can be trying for some people. Add time and space to the equation, and it can be that much harder. I’ve known people to cheat on their significant others while cohabiting with them, so I could only imagine the fuckery that occurs when certain couples live in different area codes. Truth be told, I went out to get ice-cream with one guy I was dating while the other guy I was dating worked on a project in my room and thought I went to Walgreens (in my defense, I was young and stupid). Needless to say, I know how sneaky people can be.
The closest I’ve gotten to a long distance relationship only involved roughly 85 miles, and an hour and a half drive. Compared to lots of other long-distance couples, I couldn’t really complain. Still, I’d miss him as if he were an eternity away. That’s what happens when you really like someone – the hellos get better, and the good-byes get harder. But like I always tell people, if that’s your biggest problem you’ll be OK.
My friend Jason spent four years 3,000 miles away from the love of his life. Not surprisingly, there was never a doubt in his mind that things wouldn’t work out. It wasn’t even hard for them. He said this was because they both had the same end goal, so being together was pretty much their only option. According to Jason, if a couple doesn’t have the same end goal, there really isn’t any point in being together. I’m pretty sure this applies to all couples regardless of the distance between them.
Absence can make the heart grow fonder, but it can also make it colder. Inconsiderate. Lazy. Unreasonable. Weak. And insecure amongst other things. I’m definitely no expert in long distance relationships, but I believe that as long as there’s love, equal effort, and most of all – trust, you’re headed in the right direction. Don’t worry about the distance, focus on the destination.