i could not be as angry as some people on this site. i would just be exhausted. chill. take a breath. watch a sunset. it’s all good.
i’m so sad!! how do people move through life in a way that honours who they are and satisfies them and fortifies them? how do people move through life without crying in the bathroom? how do people do anything at all. i dont know how to be anything happy or warm or good.
we’ve both changed so much.. like it’s sort of crazy how much we’ve both grown as people and as a couple in the past 3 years. but i guess i’d say i’ve had more phases whereas bronwyn’s grown in the same general direction i guess? like each year of high school is another weird phase for me, but bronwyn’s been steadily growing for all of it. idk if that answers your question at all haha.
i totally feel this! i guess my advice would be to utilize the things you were using before - for us, that was always skype. and from there, i think you try to introduce more of the everyday surprise you get from being close. send letters, or packages if you have the cash. read the same book at the same time, make each other mixes. have skype dates, keep updated about the things your partner does and keep them updated on the same. have your own things, things for you. for bronwyn, that’s mma. something bronwyn and i do when we’re apart sometimes is we each have a private blog for each other. she would update hers in the morning before i woke up and i hers at night when she was sleeping, so we could both wake up and check our blogs. that excitement made the day more bronwyn-filled. do everything you can to see each other, too. saving is easier when you know you get to see someone because of it. bronwyn and i always tried to have a date to look forward to. breaking up the time apart made it so much easier. it’s hard, so hard, but if you can make it, you have something so special.
if you ever think that bronwyn and i are gushy and sappy and embarrassing on here with all our love, just know that we are a thousand times worse in real life when we’re alone. sometimes when we’re talking in bed i say “oh my god, people would hate us if they heard us right now. we’re making me sick and i don’t care at all. let’s keep talking about how pretty each other’s faces are”