My sweetheart lives in Ireland and I am from New Zealand.
After meeting him in Ireland, I returned home. Our relationship has grown into something quite incredible.
I visited him six months later and he was supposed to visit me in February. This just couldn't happen. So we are counting down to my next visit to him which is just over 8 weeks away. It will have been a gap of another six months. Something we said would not happen again as it is so hard for us both.
Since that first visit, when things went so well, I have been struggling to be my usual optimistic happy self. The girl he met is not the girl I find myself to be now. I don't like her much. I didn't know she was even there. Sure, it took a few weeks to settle down once I was home but I can say that the distance is worse now, even four months later.
We plan on my relocation to Ireland in November. I have two teenagers that I have to let go first, and a career change to contemplate.
It is vital that he visits me before I do that and I am anxious that I will be let down.
If I am in love, how can I be so miserable? I live in a beautiful part of NZ and some say I lead a dream life, but it is tinged with sadness, missing and pining for him. I dissolve into tears and have lost weight. I got a hug from a little girl the other day and I found myself clinging to her like she was a life raft. I am living on the knife edge of emotion.
Our love languages are the same with time being number one. So the hours on the phone are well appreciated, yet a missed call can send us both into a tizz.
So we are coming up to our one year anniversary. It has been so bitter sweet. I almost feel cheated of that new love feelings that get fed physically by usual relationships, yet grateful of the incredible communication skill we have built up, that usual relationships can sometimes skip.
I guess patience is the answer and keep plodding on. But half an hour later I am a mess again.
After meeting him in Ireland, I returned home. Our relationship has grown into something quite incredible.
I visited him six months later and he was supposed to visit me in February. This just couldn't happen. So we are counting down to my next visit to him which is just over 8 weeks away. It will have been a gap of another six months. Something we said would not happen again as it is so hard for us both.
Since that first visit, when things went so well, I have been struggling to be my usual optimistic happy self. The girl he met is not the girl I find myself to be now. I don't like her much. I didn't know she was even there. Sure, it took a few weeks to settle down once I was home but I can say that the distance is worse now, even four months later.
We plan on my relocation to Ireland in November. I have two teenagers that I have to let go first, and a career change to contemplate.
It is vital that he visits me before I do that and I am anxious that I will be let down.
If I am in love, how can I be so miserable? I live in a beautiful part of NZ and some say I lead a dream life, but it is tinged with sadness, missing and pining for him. I dissolve into tears and have lost weight. I got a hug from a little girl the other day and I found myself clinging to her like she was a life raft. I am living on the knife edge of emotion.
Our love languages are the same with time being number one. So the hours on the phone are well appreciated, yet a missed call can send us both into a tizz.
So we are coming up to our one year anniversary. It has been so bitter sweet. I almost feel cheated of that new love feelings that get fed physically by usual relationships, yet grateful of the incredible communication skill we have built up, that usual relationships can sometimes skip.
I guess patience is the answer and keep plodding on. But half an hour later I am a mess again.
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