I'll be seeing her soon again, next month actually, and this is much sooner than either of us were expecting.
In the days after we returned to our normal lives, we discussed a little bit about when we might see each other again, and because of her internship, we had no set date for any future trips. Most likely, it wasn't going to be until next year some time. Then one day she told me about how her family will be flying to California for Thanksgiving, and how, possibly, I could see her for a few days then. She wouldn't exactly be close by...she'd be about a 7-8 hour drive away but, that was of course no concern to me. I was very excited! Then not long after that, I mentioned how one of my favorite bands (and one that she's starting to get into herself) will be playing in her city in September, and jokingly suggested that "we should go see them!" I was expecting her answer to be something like "Aw, I wish we could!" but instead, she told me "Hmm, that could be interesting..." I wasn't exactly sure what she was thinking, so I pushed the 'joke' a little further and said something like 'I'm booking a flight and hotel now,' to try and scare her into telling me how she really felt about it, and she said 'Okay!' I said, "you're not going to tell me 'No?'" "Nope" she said. So, I went ahead and did it, lol, and now I'm seeing her next month!
So, as for the title of this topic...why am I worried about seeing her? Because I fear the moment I have to leave her again. It was so difficult for me to leave her the first time, and I really don't want to go through that again. Yes, seeing her will be amazing...but even right now, before this trip has even begun, I'm already dreading how fast I KNOW the days will go by when I'm with her... I'm not looking forward to having those thoughts of "this is my last night with her..." "this is my last morning with her," my last day, my last meal, my last walk... I almost don't want to go. I ALMOST want to just endure a longer wait to see her again, until one of us moves... That way, neither of us will have to deal with that depressing moment of leaving each other at the airport.
My question for everyone is, do you ever get used to the "departure" part of the trip? Do you ever get used to leaving your SO and, over time, is it easier to deal with the emotions that build up at that moment?
In the days after we returned to our normal lives, we discussed a little bit about when we might see each other again, and because of her internship, we had no set date for any future trips. Most likely, it wasn't going to be until next year some time. Then one day she told me about how her family will be flying to California for Thanksgiving, and how, possibly, I could see her for a few days then. She wouldn't exactly be close by...she'd be about a 7-8 hour drive away but, that was of course no concern to me. I was very excited! Then not long after that, I mentioned how one of my favorite bands (and one that she's starting to get into herself) will be playing in her city in September, and jokingly suggested that "we should go see them!" I was expecting her answer to be something like "Aw, I wish we could!" but instead, she told me "Hmm, that could be interesting..." I wasn't exactly sure what she was thinking, so I pushed the 'joke' a little further and said something like 'I'm booking a flight and hotel now,' to try and scare her into telling me how she really felt about it, and she said 'Okay!' I said, "you're not going to tell me 'No?'" "Nope" she said. So, I went ahead and did it, lol, and now I'm seeing her next month!
So, as for the title of this topic...why am I worried about seeing her? Because I fear the moment I have to leave her again. It was so difficult for me to leave her the first time, and I really don't want to go through that again. Yes, seeing her will be amazing...but even right now, before this trip has even begun, I'm already dreading how fast I KNOW the days will go by when I'm with her... I'm not looking forward to having those thoughts of "this is my last night with her..." "this is my last morning with her," my last day, my last meal, my last walk... I almost don't want to go. I ALMOST want to just endure a longer wait to see her again, until one of us moves... That way, neither of us will have to deal with that depressing moment of leaving each other at the airport.
My question for everyone is, do you ever get used to the "departure" part of the trip? Do you ever get used to leaving your SO and, over time, is it easier to deal with the emotions that build up at that moment?
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