the worst part always follows the best part

The best part about being in a long distance relationship is the times when you get to be together. Inevitably what comes after the best part is the worst part, the times when you have to be apart. For the past 2 weeks I've been lucky enough to have time with Mr. Coastie. But as always, that time always comes to an end and he has to go back to being 7 hours away and I have to go back to being an overwhelmed, no spare time, no fun maniac of a medical student who often feels like her head isn' t even on straight. There is a distinct kind of loneliness that you feel after saying goodbye to the person you love knowing that there will be weeks passing before you get to see each other again. Sometimes its worse than others. This time is worse than others.

If you've never been in a long distance relationship you can't quite understand the sacrifice that is made and the effort and work you have to put in each day to make things work. The way I look at it Mr. Coastie and I will come out a much stronger couple, a couple that knows how to communicate (because after all when all you've got is a phone your forced to learn how to be the best communicators the world has ever seen), a couple that can withstand anything and a couple that will never take our time together for granted.

This is definitely the toughest part of this whole situation, the goodbye's always come and they undoubtedly are always hard, its definitely not a walk in the park but we make it work and we make it work well.  I have to admit I'm a pretty lucky girl to get to marry Mr. Coastie and I'd spend the next 20 years in a long distance relationship with him if that's what I had to do.