Sometimes I don't know how much longer I can do this.
It's not the 'big things', there isn't really any big thing. The longest time between visits until august this year will be 25 days. We've spent more time together than apart this year so far.
But right now I'm so sick of everything that comes with the distance.
I've just come home from a visit yesterday with a really bad migraine-y headache and then had to carry my suitcase all the way up to my apartment on the 4th floor (no, no lift here).
My internet was being moody tonight so we couldn't skype.
I don't know how much we will be able to see each other after the summer, because we will both be working and I'll be writing my BA thesis in Nov/Dec.
I'm sick of the travelling. I've travelled 15 hours to see him last week (it should have been 11). I'm sick of not being able to have a normal routine here at home, because I'm away so much.

Most of all I'm sick of not knowing when this finally ends. My boyfriend's applying for uni in Germany next year. But even then, he'd still be 400km away. We might be able to see each other every weekend, but I'd still have to travel for hours to see him. It'd only be for 1,5years too, because after that I'm moving to his home town while he'd stay in Germany (oh, the irony!). We're going to be 500km apart and international again (expensive phone calls...).

I'm going to stay in this because I love him and no one has ever quite understood and been able to deal with me quite like him. And I get way more out of this relationship than all the travelling and missing and worrying takes away.
I'm also aware that a lot of you have it worse and I admire you. I couldn't do that. Considering how much it hurts me to leave him for even only two weeks, I can't imagine going home without knowing when we'd see each other again (or knowing it won't be for a few months). I'm not just saying this, I know I couldn't do it. I couldn't put myself through that pain.