It is 10:25 p.m on a cold, frosty December night. I can feel the tips of my hands growing cold. The heater has been off for a few hours. How frigid a room can get without a heater. It is amazing, honestly.
As I slide my small feet deeper into the depths of my covers, I slowly peek above of my red blanket, and quickly scan across the room in search of something: you. "Just three months left," I sigh as I sink into the endless abyss known as my bed.
Long-distance relationships are not easy. You get lonely, cold, and a fresh cup of coffee can only warm you up so much. The embrace of your loved one can substitute the warmth of a million coffee cups from the local java shop downtown. Perhaps, it explains my coffee addiction. Our current relationship mirrors the taste coffee; bittersweet yet kind and keeps me on my toes. The more cups I drink, the closer I feel to you. Weird, isn't it?
Michigan and Connecticut are ten hours away. Just ten hours but it is far enough to feel like you are an entire continent away. I was never a fan of long distance relationships. I want to be like other couples that go on dates every other week.
I fear to argue with you because I cannot physically see how you are dealing with it. Indeed, it is hard, but I try to place a smile on my face every day; I do not want to see you upset because this is a situation that we cannot help but manage to deal with for the meantime.
11:00 p.m hits and I know I should be asleep, but these anxious thoughts continue to keep me up at night. Ring. Ring. My phone lights up. It's you. It is time for our daily night phone conversation. We have typically hectic days, so we aim to have morning/night conversations to keep ourselves updated on what is going on in each others lives.
"I missed you," I brightly state hiding the fact I was tearing up previously. "Have you been crying," he replies worriedly. With a few words, this man can see through me as though I am transparent. In the beginning, this attracted me to him. When I worry or get anxious, he knows.
Somehow, in this vast and immense world, our two souls connected and we mutually understand each other without a single word. "I miss you," I say. As I start to break down into tears, I can hear the slight pain and sadness in his voice, "I will come see you as soon as possible, I promise." he answers.
It is not easy for the both of us. The clock strikes 12:00 a.m, but I no longer feel like Cinderella. I am not running away from my prince charming. He is not out searching for me from door to door with a glass slipper. We are at the ending of a chapter. A few more pages and we will finally reach our end, our happy ever after ending.
