We have telephone call every night, share ever little things, asked how the day was going and at the end, tell how much we loved each other. That's sounds perfect. Except a fact that it's been 4 months, maybe more, since the last time I saw Red.
I don't miss him. I would killing someone to have him with me right now.
So sometimes I just wonder, will this relationship works with distance? Will we stay together for a time? Will he wait for me? Will we still be the same when we met again? Cause I know this distance makes us changed, our relationship changed and we'll never be the same. I'm afraid distance would broke us apart and that's haunted. Well I think he's the right one for me. I don't have a good explanation here, but I just knew that. Nobody would ever make me feel this way. What we have is a precious, rare things at our age. There's a faith which makes me really believe it's gonna works. It's gonna lasts.
Faith makes things possible. Love makes it easy.
"Happy ending," he said. I'm glad we had the faith we need.
I honestly have a serious incurable disease of having too much worry at things. About Red, specifically. I got panic if he get sick (it's actually just a sneeze cause he's allergic to my fur pillow) or if he get a bad score (which is normal when the whole class gets the same score, too). As I ever mention before, I had trust issues too. I was. But then everything seems disappear as t he times go by.
Today I told him how our life would changes by the time I get into new college. We never be the same. Worst, we had no connection at all. Only ex-mutual friends, different city, different work, different lifestyle.
But his answer makes me glad, knowing I'm on the right man. It's what people been searching for a lifetime and I'm glad I had it all today, when I'm only 19 years old insane girl who believe she could makes a little difference in this crazy big world.
He thinks we're on the same road. Now. And then. And it would lasts. Maybe for, let's say, a lifetime.
LOVE FAITH AND HOPE!
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