Going from a pseudo-live-in relationship to a long-distance one, with the same person, can have some challenges, I think. Like we discovered yesterday, when a series of almost-misunderstandings resulted in an almost-fight. Obviously, the change itself is massive, but there are some smaller differences that I've noticed in the last few days.
For instance, I can no longer refer to myself as 'we', because the Girlfriend and I are no longer joined at the hip. People used to get a buy one, get one free deal when they asked me (us) to hang out, but nowadays, it's just me. And if I start saying 'we' instead of 'I' my family will think I have an imaginary friend again.
For the first time in a long time, I can go to the bathroom, or go smoke, or simply disappear for five minutes, without saying "I'll be right back, okay?"
I no longer have to fight for my side of the bed. Sometimes the Girlfriend would purposely lay (and fall asleep) on my side, even though she knows I must have the left side. Now because of the single bed, I sleep in the middle.
It takes me half the time to get ready to go out, because there's only one of me.
I no longer have to plan meals to please both our tastes, or cook for two, or supply sour cream with curry.
It is completely fine, now, if I don't shave my legs for weeks.
There's no one to stare at as I fall asleep.
And finally (although I'm sure there's more), there's no one to steal the blanket from.
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I miss her terribly, and our almost-fight almost reduced me to tears, as if I wasn't spontaneously bursting into crying fits already. I miss every little thing I took for granted, although every little detail is safe and locked in my head.
But in the end, what makes this hole-in-the-heart, heart-ripped-apart, unbearably-lonely, whole-world-altering, sucky sucky sucky situation, aaalll worth it, is knowing that somewhere in the cold fjords of Norwegia, my girlfriend completely feels the same way.
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I might not say "we", but you're sitting on my shoulder where ever I go and you poke my ear whenever you need attention (which seems to be every second of the day). I'm about to grab the sour cream at the supermarket and I know what you're gonna say. I'm at IKEA, and I know which bed we would choose for our new home. I prefer to get my meals served with no pork, thank you. I hurry home from where ever I am before it gets too late, so that I can say good night and fall asleep with you. Somewhere in the cold fjords of Norwegia, someone misses you heaps lots, and feels the same way. <3<3
heeeeeee.
<3 <3
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