I have come to accept the fact that I don't want to love someone over long distance anymore. I thought I could live with having a once-a-month boyfriend and be fine with it. And I was genuinely ok with it, at the beginning. But now that seems like a past self. The present me wants depth. Progress. I want to be moving on the trail and not stand stationary, no matter how beautiful the lookout point is at that moment.
I'll stop speaking in metaphors and just say, it was the right relationship to have at the right time. Unfortunately, we're in the wrong places, literally and psychologically. If things are meant to be, I believe they will be.
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