My SO has been here for about 6 weeks now out of his 8 week trip. We have been having so much fun, and fell so much deeper in love these weeks it has been a dream. They always say someone in a relationship loves more, but ours breaks that rule. Just when I think maybe I love him so much that there could be no way he feels the same, he proves me wrong. I think sometimes he is delusional, since to him I am perfection. My noises, my scent, my laugh, my smile....he loves them all and sometimes catches me off guard when he randomly tells me "God, you are so beautiful". I feel exactly the same about him, watching him sleep makes me want to cry sometimes because I feel so amazed and blessed that this handsome, funny, smart and loving man is in my life and chose ME. He is so amazing, everything he does is amazing. My cats adore him, so much it astonishes me...and my parents love him too. My dad finds him hilarious and my mom is charmed by him. I hit the jackpot
That said, I am FREAKING OUT. In 3 weeks this incredible man will fly back to England and leave my physical world. He will be back to being a image on the other side of a camera. No more late night board games in bed, no more random trips out to the 24 store for snacks at 3am just cause. I will be alone again, and he will be untouchable. If all goes as planned, it will only be 8 months until he is back again for a short visit. Yet 8 months feels an eternity. That is also dependent on this huge test he needs to pass to get into the officers course at RMAS. He flunks it and we will be thrown into limbo, not knowing when or if he can come back. That is terrifying. I just spent 30 minutes crying curled up in bed with him, soaking his shoulder. He kissed my head, told me it will be ok and that he will make it work...but gog am I scared. The possibility, however remote, that when he walks away from me in the airport that he will never come back is more than I can even bare to think of. I hate it, he seems so confident and I wish I could be
That said, I am FREAKING OUT. In 3 weeks this incredible man will fly back to England and leave my physical world. He will be back to being a image on the other side of a camera. No more late night board games in bed, no more random trips out to the 24 store for snacks at 3am just cause. I will be alone again, and he will be untouchable. If all goes as planned, it will only be 8 months until he is back again for a short visit. Yet 8 months feels an eternity. That is also dependent on this huge test he needs to pass to get into the officers course at RMAS. He flunks it and we will be thrown into limbo, not knowing when or if he can come back. That is terrifying. I just spent 30 minutes crying curled up in bed with him, soaking his shoulder. He kissed my head, told me it will be ok and that he will make it work...but gog am I scared. The possibility, however remote, that when he walks away from me in the airport that he will never come back is more than I can even bare to think of. I hate it, he seems so confident and I wish I could be
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