I had a conversation today with my significant other on the subject of our long-distance .... fling. I know that sounds harsh. I don't mean it to sound as such. As to our relationship, well it is most certainly *that,* but the romance...I don't know what to call it.
I've been over and under and above and beside and through and between my fears, every fear, any fear I've had that could *possibly* be defined within a relationship, romantic or otherwise, and he has calmed my fevered mind on alot of points...all except the distance.
I realise that, statistically-speaking, long distances are a great cause for killing off anything romantic. I also realise that our romance is, in the greater scheme of things, beside the point - what counts is the friendship, right? Yes.
"It's worth it, the distance is worth it."
That I won't deny. He's worth it, I know *I'm* worth it, and worthy _of_ it. It's worth the effort, yes.
