Ok so this transition has been a transition for the past nine months. See I live in Bermuda and my wonderful boyfriend of two years lives in Maryland. Since I didn’t go back to school last fall we were not able to be together like the previous year. Not that long distance as painful as it was, was more tolerable because our time was only an hour off, and we could skype all night and all day (when I wasn’t working) long. Also we would text each other more frequently so communication wasn’t the issue. HERE we are 15 hours apart when it’s my day it’s his night. We can’t communicate by phone cause messages from the state don’t reach back to me. When I call its always at obnoxious hours of the night, and it’s just hard.
I feel like there’s a lot going on and I’m just not in the picture anymore. When you ask me about my life and his in the next four months there won’t be mentioning of my name in his stories. I worry that when I bombshell back in his life will it be weird or an overload and vice versa for me.
Well I say two years of a relationship and it’s not quite true just yet this Saturday the twelfth we will be celebrating two years together. I do love him so. This will be fun. Truly it will, maybe I’ll tell you on a day-by-day (its and idea in the making for my blog)
This is a transition I don’t like, but I’m trying to make the best out of it and I know he is to. But you know what scares me, I have a nagging thought what if while finding ourselves we find out were not meant to be. Like I’m not what he’s looking for or the opposite. It’s a four percent chance but it’s still scary you know.
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