Long-distance relationships are increasingly common, especially among college students. We all have diverse backgrounds and gather from around the world. So when you finally find that special someone, the timing is usually absolute crap.
Take me, for example. Over the past six months of dating, we have been non-long distance for four days. Those first four days of the relationship were glorious. That is until I hopped on a plane and traveled across the world for a few months. And now I’m in college, two thousand miles away. Super.
So this one’s for you, long distance. I hate you.
The lonely Netflix binges. The meals for one. The empty house. It totally sucks. I have no one to show off to when I’m feeling particularly cute. I have no one to finish my Chinese take-out after I realize I’ve ordered too much. I have no one to hold when I’m having a really stressful day.
But in the end, I have got to hand it to you, long distance.
You’ve taught me to value quality communication. No conversations consisting solely of “Hey, what’s up?” I’m talking about real, deep, keep you talking for hours on end, conversation. I’ve developed a genuine curiosity for my other half. I want to know how he feels, I want to talk about future plans, I want to engage in a healthy debate. We talk every single day, and the flow of communication is open and two-way.
You’ve taught me patience. And this is saying something. I can’t even wait in line 20 minutes for a Disneyland ride – how am I supposed to wait eleven weeks until he visits next? I’ve learned to accept the distance, and the time, and simply wait. Because in the end, it will all be worth it.
You’ve taught me trust. Not only that he will be faithful, but that he will reciprocate my feelings with just as much fervor. Trust has nearly eradicated jealousy and has helped build a strong foundation.
Finally, you’ve shown me true joy. That feeling I get when I go down to baggage claim at the airport, only to see him waiting, flowers in hand, after weeks apart? I have never felt more joy in my life. And the crazy thing is, every time we’re reunited, the feeling never gets old. In fact, I think it grows more and more every time.
Long distance, you and I have a love-hate relationship. But you are inevitable, and I will wait. A year from now, when the distance can finally end, I will look back and cherish the lessons you’ve taught me. For you, long distance, I will always be grateful.
