In a long distance relationship, the dynamics get a little weird sometimes. You spend so much time communicating online and by phone you forget what its like to actually BE with that person. T and I go usually 5 or 6 weeks between visits, despite the "rule" that we need to not go longer than 4 weeks. It's hard. It's expensive. Thankfully, all the hard, awful things about a LDR go away the second I see him waiting for me at the airport. We hug. For a long time. We walk down through the airport terminal, holding hands. He stares at me and smiles. I get all giggly and feel so loved. And those 6 weeks in between seeing him don't seem to make a difference. Sometimes, through moments of independence, I realize I'm not used to having a man around all the time. My man. Who wants to do things for me, and take care of me, and wants me to let him be manly for me. I remember that I don't have to do everything for myself, and it doesn't make me weaker to let him take care of me. Still workin on that part. :)

I had a fantastic, long visit with T. We got to spend so much time together, we got to the 'normal life stage' where I read my book, and he games online, and we don't need to cling to each other at each second. (except that I still kinda want to..) My body doesn't forget his body. We just fit together. And we have the best snuggle naps known to man. We did some car stuff, I wore coveralls (that I decorated in sparkle glue with hearts, stars and flowers...) we looked at houses. we shopped. we ate. we ran. It was a great time. Can I go back?

Unfortunately, I'm alone in my own bed, getting ready to go to work. I much prefer what I was doing 24 hours ago - sleeping. with T snuggled up with me.

Have a good one!

xox
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