It’s Never A Goodbye With Your Long-Distance Loved One, It’s A See You Soon

It’s Never A Goodbye With Your Long-Distance Loved One, It’s A See You Soon

The time you spend apart makes your time together even more precious.


I've always heard the saying "distance makes the heart grow fonder" but I never truly understood how distance could make you appreciate someone more or strengthen your affection for them. Over the past year and a half, I have not only come to understand this saying but have found it to be a relevant piece of advice in life itself.

I met my boyfriend and best friend a year and a half ago at college down in Virginia. Getting to experience college and make memories together is something that I cherish and will always be grateful for. When we first started dating and I mentioned that I was from Massachusetts, and knowing that he was from Virginia, I was curious to see how we would handle college breaks and summer vacations being 518 miles apart.

After spending three holiday breaks and two summer vacations apart, I've had to say the dreaded goodbye a handful of times when I've headed back to Massachusetts. Saying goodbye is never easy, even if it's only for a week. You spend so much time with someone and are so used to being around them, and then all of a sudden you're not for a little while and it feels so weird. It's a shock to the system. But what I've learned is that even though saying goodbye is hard, especially knowing you won't see your loved one for weeks or even months, you have to remember that it's not truly a "goodbye." It's a "see you soon."

Every time I go back to Massachusetts, I procrastinate the feeling of having to say goodbye, but I know I will be back shortly and see my best friend again. Leaving with a positive mindset knowing that you'll see your loved one again is the only way you can prepare for spending a long time apart. And that time apart makes being together even more precious.

After being apart for weeks at a time, I can't help but come back to this saying, "distance makes the heart grow fonder." It's honestly true when you spend time hundreds of miles away from your significant other. You think about them constantly and all of the late night hour-long phone calls, Facetimes, and text messages are all worth it knowing that you'll be reunited again soon.

This past month while I was abroad in London, I was 4, 727 miles away from my boyfriend who I am so used to being by my side and talking to all the time. Being so far away from him with limited communication reminded me of how special it is when I do get to see him and spend time with him. It makes me appreciate our time together even more. Being apart makes it all the more worth it when you do get to see your loved ones again and you get those little butterflies of excitement.

So to everyone who hates goodbyes as much as I do, hang in there! All you can do is think of it as a "see you soon."

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3 Reasons Why Step Dads Are Super Dads


I often hear a lot of people complaining about their step-parents and wondering why they think that they have any authority over them. Although I know that everyone has different situations, I will be the first to admit that I am beyond blessed to have a step dad. Yep, I said it. My life wouldn't be the same that it is not without him in it. Let me tell you why I think step dads are the greatest things since sliced bread.

1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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Batter Up

Because someone needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat a woman.


I have this memory from when I was younger,

I must have been six, maybe seven? An age

When you can remember, but not quite

Understand. I remember the landline

Ringing sometime in the middle

Of the night in my grandmother's small,

But adequate house. I had been sleeping,

Tucked under a shield of satin covers,

My grandmother next to me, blanketless,

And stiff, on the very edge of the queen mattress

Like she was anticipating some sort of disaster.

It wasn't the phone that pulled me from my sleep,

It was my grandmother's instant jerk, her eyes

Flipping open quicker than a light switch,

The mattress springing back up, adjusting

To the new lightness as she fled the room. My waking

Was soft like a song. Slow and humane.

My eyes adjusting to the dark, my ears absorbing the ringing,

My mind reminding itself that I was at my grandmother's house.

Then, the ringing stopped;

Abrupt, like a disarmed fire alarm.

It was just a drill, I thought.

But, then I heard the mumbling

From behind the door, panicked mumbling.

Rapid, like gunfire. My grandmother's Rs

Rolling down the hallway and under the door crack.

She only spoke Spanish when she was angry.

The call ended, my grandmother returned to the room,

Wrapped me in a blanket, and carried me into the night.

She buckled me into the backseat of her Toyota and said,

We were going to Auntie Mandy's house because someone

Needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat

A woman.

When we arrived at the house, we found the front door

Wide open, the house lights spilling out onto the porch.

A truck, I had seen once before, was parked a foot away

From the front door, aggressive. The truck had trampled

Over the dandelions and daisies, which lay wounded

In the front yard. A scene that begged for investigation.

My grandmother told me to stay put in my seat.

I watched as she walked to the back of the car, her normally pretty

Face turned straight, looked masculine. I watched as she pulled

Something wooden out of her trunk, then in her feline walk,

Approached the house. She turned to me, and I saw the

Baseball bat, immense in her female hands.

I slouched in my seat, the window above my head.

I never saw her go into the house.

I don't remember how long I sat,

Until the red and blue lights came.

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