on the cusp of the best day everMature

Dear Nimrod,

It is officially Saturday, and I'm about to embark on what I anticipate to be the longest, hardest day of my life.  And also, the best day.  Because today, at around 7 p.m., I will be seeing my boyfriend for the first time in three months.  I wish I could journal about it, but my nails are still drying, so here I am, typing to you.

They say "distance makes the heart grow fonder" but I believe that "stronger" would be a more appropriate word.  It's been a roller coaster, a wonderful, crazy roller coaster, and I'm so ready to be getting off.

This week, I have been in a daze.  I still remember back in May writing 69 on my whiteboard to start the count down until the day my boy gets here.  Now, it's at zero.  Today is the day.

And of course, I am a worry wort.  I'm terrified something will go wrong, like he'll sleep through his flight or the plane will crash or I'll end up stranded or something will explode.  But I'm taking deep breaths and doing my best not to text him every two minutes.

I think the most important thing I've learned from all of this is that the hardest part of a distance relationship isn't physically or emotionally missing someone.  It's the sheer amount of faith and trust you have to have that the other person will still love you, will wait for you, won't bail when the going gets tough because believe me it does.  It's so much easier to press the eject button when there's a country between you.  I know, because I've done it before.  You have to believe in the person you love even more than yourself that you will pull through it.  And honestly, I must say for my main man and me, thought there have been moments I doubted myself, I never once doubted him.

19 more hours to go.  I can do this.


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