I’ve successfully embarrassed myself way past my teenage years by ’fessing up to an old crush how “heartbroken I felt” when he took up with my cousin (1o years ago) and wondered if he liked me the same way back when we were “hanging out” as friends (five years ago). I’d explained that over the years, I had just gotten more and more curious, and craved some level of closure that should have been addressed a long, long time ago.Perhaps it’s the journalistic streak that has gotten me in hot water one time too many. But I also thank this unwavering curiosity and desire to just know—even when the answers are obvious—that I now have this beautiful and amazing and unbelievable thing going on with the man I’m with.
'Journalism' case in point: A year ago, when I felt like giving up on our long distance relationship, I dealt with the doubts and what-ifs by thoroughly researching the subject matter, interviewing people who had left town and broken up with their respective partners. I’m not going to divulge the juicy tidbits of their relationship decisions, but I’ll share with you the results. Making a relationship work, far away or not, is a decision you make. And the distance is just something you deal with, like a trait or personality quirk, and it shouldn’t encompass all the great things that made you get together in the first place.
As much as I can’t stand getting all cheesy and relationship-y while blogging, (after all, this is supposed to be my “professional” writing space… although that is contradictory because a blog is some sort of online diary) I know I have so much to be thankful for, and need to acknowledge all the marvelous things in my life and stop whining, stop comparing.
Go back dreaming. And start believing.
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