Today was productomundo.
I spent a good portion of my morning working on school & bloggie stuff from my little balcony while snackin’ on a gala apple con cinnamon.
After a good amount of catching-up and a quick 20 minute yoga session on Yoga Zone, I was ready for some lunch-age.
Ghetto salmon salad, avocado, balsamic vinegar, and a splash of ginger dressing (Don’t worry Nicole, I’ll buy some more for the both of us later )
Now, please allow me to apologize.
Everyone, meet Will.
Will & I went to the same high school and although we had a few mutual friends, we never really spoke more than the occasional “hi” or “bye” to each other. In fact, I have a very specific memory of him making out with his high school girlfriend at our lunch table practically every day—But according to him I’m delusional
We even accidentally took prom pictures together…
Way to keep your hands to yourself, Will.
….And danced together
Way to not keep your hands to yourself, Will.
Regardless, we were pretty much only friends on prom night and didn’t exist in each other’s lives after that event…
Until, I came down to Miami to visit last winter, that is
I came down from Orlando for winter break last December and planned a “lunch table reunion” with a group of friends from high school. Will ended up attending too, got my number, and started stalking me soon after.
Just kidding.. (maybe)
But we did click immediately. I went back up to Orlando to begin my spring semester and Will made sure that we kept in touch through phone calls and texts. Two months later– we were managing our very own little long-distance relationship.
I’m the first to admit that long distance relationships are not for the weak. I’ve struggled through two of them in my life (including the one with Will) and neither were easy peasy. It’s pretty much like signing up for an emotional relationship, without any of the physical comfort or affection that a normal relationship provides. I actually read a quote on Gina’s blog a while back that describes the situation perfectly:
“Distance is not for the fearful, it’s for the bold. For those willing to spend a lot of time alone, in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for those who know a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough.”
I’m not one to sugar-coat things– it was tough. However, we were extremely lucky because we only had to go three months apart before I was able to come down to Miami for my summer vacation.
I seriously give major kudos to those of you who have the willpower to maintain an ongoing long-distance relationship. It takes loads of hard work, patience, trust, and understanding.
Today, we’ve been together for about seven months, and although it really hasn’t been a long period of time—I already feel like I have been through more with this boy than I have with people I’ve known for years.
He puts up with my healthy concoctions,
Bounces around in trampoline-filled rooms for me,
Cooks delicious meals with me,
Brings me flowers for no reason.
Acts crazy with me,
And holds my hand whenever I need him to.
When you know, you know.
A bit to think about: Do you have any love stories of your own to share?