I’ve seen a lot of relationships fail. Even more so with long distance relationships because the distance (aside from everything else) just makes it even harder to keep the boat afloat.
My first long distance relationship didn’t work out as I would’ve hoped. Sure, there had been ups and downs through it all (mostly good, though) however he just gave up after almost 6 months.
We had something good. Better, in fact, if I would compare what we had with the last relationship I was in. But all of that, he neatly packaged and sent it back to me.
It was hard and I sort of promised myself not to get entangled in a similar relationship like that. I decided that I, too, wasn’t capable for a distant relationship.
I guess I broke that promise.
It has been a year–more than, in fact–that L and I had been together. And I can honestly tell you that it has not been easy. There were times that I wanted to give up because of the terrible lack of communication. I am that sort of person who wants attention; I’m weak.
During the middle of our one year, I was mentally and emotionally preparing myself for that inevitable split so it would hurt less since I had experienced that on my previous LDR. I was really expecting things would do downhill since we talked less and less everyday. I was, to be honest, waiting for that dreadful line that would ultimately lead to our separation: We need to talk.
It never came though.
Not 8 months in. Not even when we had reached our 11th month.
I was baffled but very, very happy. Even more so when we reached our first year.
I had blogged about some of our struggles. Despite the things that he and I had been through, however, I am still at awe that I had–or rather, we had–made it this far. I never would have predicted this outcome. I am still taken by surprise every time that I would ponder on it.
Have you ever felt the same way with someone you love?
As we both enter numero dos of this relationship, I’m expecting a lot more struggles and bumps along the road.
Wish me luck!