For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love. – Carl Sagan
The uncertainty as to when he will be leaving for good is honestly, disconcerting. I don’t know how much time we have left together; together in a sense that I can see, touch and feel him and know that he is there with me. And there is that fear that things will change, and it will, and how we’re going to surpass it.
I don’t think there is a definite way of preparing for a long distance relationship. Sure, a few advice can be helpful but that’s not the worst part. It’s when it’s finally there, the separation. And subsequently the longing and loneliness. The lack of physical contact, of presence.
I don’t know how people in the old days did it. How they endured years of separation, receiving only letters every now and then. Imagine the anticipation and frustration of waiting for a reply that may or may never come. Imagine the excitement and nervousness that comes when you read what’s inside, if your bond is growing stronger or weaker from the distance. Imagine the hope and despair of may or may not meeting again. I must sound very clingy right now.
No matter how much I prepare, there is only one thing that would get me by in all of this, including the departure and the days and years after. It is nothing else but the strong, burning, enduring, unfailing love that we hopefully have for one another. A small but powerful thing that binds us that even time and space cannot destroy. A fire that never goes out, but only shines brighter. A hope that after years of distance, when united, it’ll be like nothing happened.