I lived in the UK until I was 16 and moved to Australia (Perth). While I was there, I met my amazing SO, Lachie. We had a rocky start to our relationship but while I was over there, we dated for about 8 months. I had never been happier. I was dating my best friend and had never been closer to anyone. I love him with all my heart.
But then I had to move back to the UK due to my parents moving back (and me being on their VISA meant I had to move too). We had plans of him postponing the start of his uni and coming to live with me in the UK for 6 months.
One night, he had doubts and things snowballed (a combination of both of us with the flu, stress of finals and everyone telling us we couldn't do it, among other things). We both loved each other but he decided he didn't want an LDR. At the time, it was agony. Like no pain I've ever felt. Our plans fell to pieces, his plane tickets were returned and I was facing the reality of a life without him.
We stayed best friends, which a lot of people found very odd. He was my best friend before and during, so it made sense he was after, too. The relationship hadn't ended in an argument, so everything was still amicable. Albeit painful.
Fast forward a few months until I move back to England (Dec 2015). We still kept in almost constant contact since I moved back. There hadn't actually been a day since we first became friends that we hadn't spoken. Everything was going fine, though I was pretty miserable being back in England. He was starting uni and I was starting a new full time job (I start uni in September).
Over a few months, he became less and less talkative until one day, we had an argument. I still loved him but the pressures of society was telling him that it was weird for us to be friends. He decided to cut off contact.
I was very angry, I'm not going to lie. I was hurt once again and I felt awful. In hindsight, I think it was the best thing for us. During the separation, both he and I realised what we wanted from life and from each other. I knew that once I finished uni (in 3 years time) that I was going to move back to Australia. I loved it there and my whole life was there. I also knew that I still loved Lachie with all my heart. We had been through some tough times but being with him was the thing that made me the happiest.
During this period apart, Lachie had also come to realise that he wanted me in his life. It made him realise just quite what he had done, and that he too had never gotten over me. So he reached back out to me. After 2 months apart and we hit it off again instantly. He grovelled to my still angry self. We made peace and realised that though that chapter in our life was over, it was time for a new one.
Thus enters our LDR! We inevitably fell for each other again and we're determined to make it work. He's a different man than what he was. I think he realises now, where we both went wrong before and is determined for it not to happen again.
I'm going to visit him in about a month for 27 days before I start uni. I've never been happier, despite the distance. It's better than what it was before because now we're both on the same page.
We've even started making plans for next year. Before you know it, I'll be making plans to move! The main reason I'm going to uni is so that I can get a skilled worker visa in order to move.
I just thought I'd share my story with you, i encourage you to share your success stories in the comment section! Sometimes doubts creep in (3+years apart is a long long time) and it'd be nice to hear that it's doable.
Thanks!
HollieBee
But then I had to move back to the UK due to my parents moving back (and me being on their VISA meant I had to move too). We had plans of him postponing the start of his uni and coming to live with me in the UK for 6 months.
One night, he had doubts and things snowballed (a combination of both of us with the flu, stress of finals and everyone telling us we couldn't do it, among other things). We both loved each other but he decided he didn't want an LDR. At the time, it was agony. Like no pain I've ever felt. Our plans fell to pieces, his plane tickets were returned and I was facing the reality of a life without him.
We stayed best friends, which a lot of people found very odd. He was my best friend before and during, so it made sense he was after, too. The relationship hadn't ended in an argument, so everything was still amicable. Albeit painful.
Fast forward a few months until I move back to England (Dec 2015). We still kept in almost constant contact since I moved back. There hadn't actually been a day since we first became friends that we hadn't spoken. Everything was going fine, though I was pretty miserable being back in England. He was starting uni and I was starting a new full time job (I start uni in September).
Over a few months, he became less and less talkative until one day, we had an argument. I still loved him but the pressures of society was telling him that it was weird for us to be friends. He decided to cut off contact.
I was very angry, I'm not going to lie. I was hurt once again and I felt awful. In hindsight, I think it was the best thing for us. During the separation, both he and I realised what we wanted from life and from each other. I knew that once I finished uni (in 3 years time) that I was going to move back to Australia. I loved it there and my whole life was there. I also knew that I still loved Lachie with all my heart. We had been through some tough times but being with him was the thing that made me the happiest.
During this period apart, Lachie had also come to realise that he wanted me in his life. It made him realise just quite what he had done, and that he too had never gotten over me. So he reached back out to me. After 2 months apart and we hit it off again instantly. He grovelled to my still angry self. We made peace and realised that though that chapter in our life was over, it was time for a new one.
Thus enters our LDR! We inevitably fell for each other again and we're determined to make it work. He's a different man than what he was. I think he realises now, where we both went wrong before and is determined for it not to happen again.
I'm going to visit him in about a month for 27 days before I start uni. I've never been happier, despite the distance. It's better than what it was before because now we're both on the same page.
We've even started making plans for next year. Before you know it, I'll be making plans to move! The main reason I'm going to uni is so that I can get a skilled worker visa in order to move.
I just thought I'd share my story with you, i encourage you to share your success stories in the comment section! Sometimes doubts creep in (3+years apart is a long long time) and it'd be nice to hear that it's doable.
Thanks!
HollieBee
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