By long distance, I mean really, really long distance — like, across the Atlantic Ocean, nonstop flight from JFK to London Heathrow long distance.
Although the situation is clearly neither the norm nor the ideal, I’m still amazed by the utter disbelief I encounter when I share the details of my romantic life.
Many people fail to understand why I’m wasting my glory years — my 20s — with a guy whom I barely see.
They can’t seem to fathom a relationship based on verbal communication rather than physical stimulation. They doubt the future of our relationship and our ability to stay faithful to one another.
Yes, I’ll admit, it’s really hard to date somebody almost exclusively over Skype.
I often experience deep sadness when we’re apart and wish that our relationship could just be normal. Even when we’re together, there’s always generally a small twinge of melancholy present, as I know that the moment is fleeting.
Most of the time, I feel stuck in a rut; my life is like the ever-so-classic cliché of “can’t live with him, can’t live without him.”