Being a student, especially as busy of a student as I am, I have a lot of things on my plate all the time. Balancing everything between work, school, extracurricular activities, to even getting a decent amount of sleep is next to impossible. However, the one thing that makes it all worth it to me: the weekend.

Now, when you think of the weekend, you probably think about going out with your friends, maybe heading to the bar for a few drinks. Maybe having time off from work, doing fun things. You see, for me, the weekend is the best time of the week because it means I get to see my best friend again. I come home on Friday, and I'm met at the train station with a smiling face and open arms.

Weeks are hard when the one person you want to be with is an hour away. Yes, the distance really isn't that bad and the fact that I'm able to go home every weekend and see him is a blessing. However, there are times during the week where I'm so stressed and anxious about everything going on that I find myself crying into my textbook and wanting a hug from the one person who can make everything go away, my boyfriend.

In a way, it is nice for us. I'm at school, able to get things done here and be a part of different activities without having to worry that I'm not paying enough attention to him. And he can have the week to be with his friends and do what he wants to do. The weekends are our time for each other.

Now, it does make things hard when you get so little time with the person you love so much. Often times my friends want me to go out and spend time with them, and sometimes I do. But honestly, I'd rather be wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with him watching How I Met Your Mother for the hundredth time. Spending time with him is easy, we don't have to do much to make each other happy and entertain each other, we're just happy to be together. Something that we don't get 5 days of the week, so that time is precious.

I'm not sorry for this, if I could be with him every second of the day I would. Most people would say that they'd get sick of their S/O and that they needed space. But for us, it's different. We really cherish that time together, it makes us appreciate each other that much more. Over the past year, in the past month or so especially, it's made me realize how much I really do care for him and how much I appreciate him as a person to have that little, but special time together. It makes me look at other couples who aren't as happy as us and feel sad. Loving someone is about making sacrifices. I've never loved someone this much; I would do anything for him, no matter how much it hurts.

The other day, he turned to me and said "not only do I love you, but I love us." Thinking about it now, there is so much truth to that statement. Yes, we have our routines and we're pretty set in stone about sitting on the couch and enjoying our time together, even if it is only for 2 days out of the week, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I love us, and I love him, and the time I get to spend with him will always be special, but never enough.