chloe

I didn't want to get up today because then it would be real.

I am wearing the boxer shorts he left here this morning when he was bleary and packing to leave. I saw them as he was looking for all his stuff but I didn't say anything because I knew I'd want to put them on before I crawled into bed after coming home from the airport.

I can see the evidence of the fun we had this weekend strewn all about my house but I don't want to clean it up yet.

I'm so fucking confused right now.
We said "I love you" this weekend and it made my breath catch and my heart beat faster. Being in love with him is so amazing and so fun and so right. Except... I had to drop him off at the airport this morning. So he could go home. This isn't fair.

Any advice about long-distance relationships? I don't want to feel like my heart is breaking every day.