Being in a long distance relationship harbours challenges of many sorts. Often a misspoken or a mistyped word can be very easily taken out of context, and depending on my state of mind at that moment, I could get very easily upset.
Of course, due to age and (perceived) maturity, I try not to let this small petty things matter and to resolve them as soon as possible. He also does his part by apologising often (although it's not always his fault) and by assuring me how much he loves me. Still, sometimes, although apologies were made and "I love yous" are said, I'd still go to bed unhappy, although it'll disappear very rapidly the next day, especially when accompanied by an uplifting text from him.
However, whenever he visits, any discontent will rapidly disappear and suddenly all things will seem very fine again. We'd laugh and giggle and joke and needle each other, like we never ever had any disagreements before. The euphoria will last throughout the visit, and we'll do all the stuff loving bfs and gfs do. However of course, once the visit ends, a great vast feeling of emptiness pervades and echoes of memories stir up feelings of melancholy, till the next visit of course.
Despite our occasional disagreements, I miss him a lot and I wish there is no distance. Of course, he'd counsel patience and for me to see the final picture and not get lost in today's struggles. Of which I shall attempt to take to heart. And of which, he obviously applies religiously, seeing that he is still putting up with me despite my occasional tantrums and weird idiosyncracies.
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