I Think I Can't Write More About My LDR, but I'd Try Because I Have to Keep Track of My Days.

That's a bloody wordy title.

Yesterday, (let's say) my bf and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary. I was using O2 and he was using his Sidekick so that I can bring the conversation closer onto my bed. It was cold and quiet in my bedroom, and I just laugh and not have to think about the reality. It was nice to have a laughable and warm chat like yesterday. Too bad, I fell asleep, and technically I ignored his IMs.

It's hard to explain, but I'd say it has been the longest 2 months of my life. It's longer than the first 2 months of our first not-meeting-each-other period. He has been gone for what seems like forever now, and I miss him (which I think I might have mentioned dozen times before). Living 7,456.45 miles apart has definitely put a lot of strain on us and I believe that if we can get through this. I know that one day he'll be back and it will be as if no time has passed. And -I really hope. Amen- I can wait. It can be done.

Notice I said, "It can be done", but when I'm alone and lonely, that's when shit went downhill.

Bf is working in Italy since few weeks ago, and will be back to Germany 2-3 weeks later. He's a busy boy and I'm going to try my hardest to be the supportive gf. I am so proud of him. I really can't say that enough. He has worked so hard and accomplished so much. I am sooo damn proud of him.

Oh, by the way, in all chance we both have had, I'm pretty sure you haven't once heard me tell, "I'm proud of you". Now, I just wrote it. Twice. Congrats, Boy!

There's nothing like a bf and I must say I am lucky to have one as amazing as him.