Today I left the airport for the third time, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I pulled over into a vacant parking lot in the vicinity of the airport and I just sat, took it all in, cried some more, and then realized what and who these tears were for; and I smiled. These tears were from love and they were for my best friend. If you're in a long-distance relationship, you know the above scenario to a T. You know the sacrifice and tears and tough moments just like I do. But we always find a way to make it work. And here's how.