This part is kind of hard for me to talk about because it still hurts 7 years later, the worst part of a long distance relationship after you first meet that person is when they leave. Never in my life have I ever felt like my heart was ripped from my chest. It only took three times, after that my parents offered him a room in our house and he took it. (That was around the end of 2005) We've lived together ever since and have only been apart so few times you could count on one hand. I have many theories why we've lasted so long, the simplest one is there is no one else in the world who is able to tolerate either of us. We're proof that there is hope for people who take long distance relationships seriously and are willing to sacrifice and work for what they really want in the end.
