it’s now 1:04am. it’s that time of the month again… where i go and visit my boyfriend. i have to be up in a couple of hours to get ready and head out to downtown toronto to catch a train to quebec. long distance relationships are tough man. if you’re not in one, don’t try to understand what i’m going through. don’t tell me anything because you don’t know anything about my relationship with my boyfriend… but i will tell you this, it’s stress, and excitement hitting you in the heart all at once. every time i see him again, my heart drops, every time i leave him… it’s like he stole my heart on purpose.
there are so many definitions on what people can describe as “love, but when i asked my boyfriend what his definition of love was, he simply told me this story… ”a fugly girl asked me if i was still with my girlfriend from TORONTO. she said that she lives with her boyfriend, and she has to travel an hour to get to school and that they are in love." my mind was blown because he didn’t answer the question (to my expectation), but gave (what i assumed to be) an example. an example of a hating-noisy-ass-bitch who knows nothing about me, him, or our relationship.
i never thought i would say this, but i think my boyfriend has started to realize that he might not have his own definition of love yet. this might be the cause of all that he is starting to hear from his friends, and family… like “long distance relationships don’t work”, “she’s not worth it”, “there are girls better that live closer”, or that “she’s not equipped with the french language”. the scariest thing is that he might even start to believing in these things. i don’t want these things to be instilled into his head because it will take a toll on our relationship again. i don’t want this whole distance thing to break us up… again… but my boyfriend probably doesn’t even know what love really is. though, he claims he has been in love three times before me… but being in love, and loving someone are two completely different things.