Hello everyone! This is my first post, so, please. Do not smite me.
I want to give you a bit of back-story between myself and my partner, we are both under eight-teen, obviously; though. We've equally progressed maturely and I've accelerated with my high-school diploma. I'm sure we are both very young in comparison to some other couples active, and perhaps those with greater hardships. Do not let that dissuade you.
We have been together for roughly seven months, a bit over; it feels like forever. We had no idea time would fly this fast, but. It did. Oh boy. It did. I had visited her for the first time in December of 2015, December 19th to be exact. It was only a six day trip, and I had earned the seventh day because of flight delays. It was the best time of my life, and I didn't want it any other way. It was so painful heading towards my concourse on that fateful day, I was filled with doubt of parting ways till our next meet. - She had spoken deeply about the sadness that recoiled when she alone entered just a room in her home, or did anything. We became so addicted, it was love-drunken bliss. Why does time blur when everything is going so perfectly? We had planned a second trip nearly eighty days later; that trip would've been two weeks long. She was coming here this time, and that was excitable. We had thought there wasn't a near chance, not with her dads prior protest and dismay. . . We made it happen, we bought her ticket sometime in early February of this year, and it was certain. She was coming for twelve days.
She landed on March the 9th, early that afternoon. We had been counting down the days for what seemed like forever. - Do you know the inner-warmth that blooms whenever you see your partner after months apart? It was the second time for that matter, that alone made me want to explode with joy. - I'll fast-forward and reach the true discussion of this post. We had made a million memories and declared a million emotions. She had departed this early morning; it was a mess of tears and sadness creating a pit of depression within each others arms. I had to find the strength deep within to pull away, it would've been worse if she had missed her flight. We both knew that we couldn't delay the fateful morning. We couldn't.
I had returned home that afternoon, and I couldn't even step into my home without feeling the toss and turns of my stomach. She hadn't been at my side, when she was at my side twelve days before. It felt like forever. I went to lay in bed, and cry helplessly. It isn't fair, it wasn't fair. Love is so mysterious. I pleaded into the silent room, as if it'd comfort me in my desperation. I couldn't even bring myself to any other room, as it'd only sadden me further. Appetite and thirst have decayed and I've become numb. I am certain it'll last only a few days, maybe a week at most. We did it once before, and we have some idea of future trips with summer just nine weeks away. We'd get through it, we were strong.
I'm asking; How do you cope with the pain that lingers in the room that flashes memories? What do you do to ease the suffering?
(Thank you so much for reading, and I appreciate all responses. Anything and everything will help a lot! - It felt great just expressing, so; that is that.)
I want to give you a bit of back-story between myself and my partner, we are both under eight-teen, obviously; though. We've equally progressed maturely and I've accelerated with my high-school diploma. I'm sure we are both very young in comparison to some other couples active, and perhaps those with greater hardships. Do not let that dissuade you.
We have been together for roughly seven months, a bit over; it feels like forever. We had no idea time would fly this fast, but. It did. Oh boy. It did. I had visited her for the first time in December of 2015, December 19th to be exact. It was only a six day trip, and I had earned the seventh day because of flight delays. It was the best time of my life, and I didn't want it any other way. It was so painful heading towards my concourse on that fateful day, I was filled with doubt of parting ways till our next meet. - She had spoken deeply about the sadness that recoiled when she alone entered just a room in her home, or did anything. We became so addicted, it was love-drunken bliss. Why does time blur when everything is going so perfectly? We had planned a second trip nearly eighty days later; that trip would've been two weeks long. She was coming here this time, and that was excitable. We had thought there wasn't a near chance, not with her dads prior protest and dismay. . . We made it happen, we bought her ticket sometime in early February of this year, and it was certain. She was coming for twelve days.
She landed on March the 9th, early that afternoon. We had been counting down the days for what seemed like forever. - Do you know the inner-warmth that blooms whenever you see your partner after months apart? It was the second time for that matter, that alone made me want to explode with joy. - I'll fast-forward and reach the true discussion of this post. We had made a million memories and declared a million emotions. She had departed this early morning; it was a mess of tears and sadness creating a pit of depression within each others arms. I had to find the strength deep within to pull away, it would've been worse if she had missed her flight. We both knew that we couldn't delay the fateful morning. We couldn't.
I had returned home that afternoon, and I couldn't even step into my home without feeling the toss and turns of my stomach. She hadn't been at my side, when she was at my side twelve days before. It felt like forever. I went to lay in bed, and cry helplessly. It isn't fair, it wasn't fair. Love is so mysterious. I pleaded into the silent room, as if it'd comfort me in my desperation. I couldn't even bring myself to any other room, as it'd only sadden me further. Appetite and thirst have decayed and I've become numb. I am certain it'll last only a few days, maybe a week at most. We did it once before, and we have some idea of future trips with summer just nine weeks away. We'd get through it, we were strong.
I'm asking; How do you cope with the pain that lingers in the room that flashes memories? What do you do to ease the suffering?
(Thank you so much for reading, and I appreciate all responses. Anything and everything will help a lot! - It felt great just expressing, so; that is that.)
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