The course of true love never runs smooth..

Ok, Ok, so maybe I'm being somewhat melodramatic here, but I do like to quote Will at every opportunity that I get.. (see here) after all, he is only the best writer in all of English history. ;) So what spurs this sudden burst of err, drama? Well, I've just arrived back home after spending the weekend with WS.. Bet you can guess what's this going to be about!

And so the story begins... (again, I apologise for the dramatics.. teehee!)

WS and I have been dating for quite a long time now.. Unfortunately, the greatest bane of our relationship has always been that of distance. Of the time we've been together, I believe that we've only spent 1/3 of our time being physically together. And that to me, (and him, of course) really really stinks.

We've actually coped very well with the distance over the past years. I'm probably confident enough to say that we've pretty much mastered the art of keeping our long-distance relationship going. But after all this time, I'm beginning to get really really tired of this. And I mean, really really tired. It's getting very frustrating, expensive, tiresome and frankly, quite ridiculous. I mean, how can you expect our relationship to move forward if we're not even living in the same region? (Ok, granted, this has improved vastly from when I was in the UK and he was still at home, but still, being apart is being apart, full stop. We don't get to see each other whenever we want to, as we wish, or enjoy being part of each other's day-to-day, mundane lives..)

At our age, everyone around us is beginning to talk about marriage and spending the rest of their lives together. Not that I want to, but WS and I can't even begin to discuss that, simply because we've never even tried near-distance dating before. How can we even think about living together or getting married? It's just not going to be a very fruitful discussion.. Well, at least that's what I think. WS's a little more optimistic than I am, and am sure that he wants to marry me! (Bless him, my sweetie-pie..)

Anyway, as I was saying, as our relationship grows stronger, it's getting tougher and tougher to be apart. Nowadays, everytime we have to say goodbye after we see each other (which is currently about once a fortnight), at the risk of sounding overdramatic, it feels as if someone's ripped my heart out of my chest and can't stop stabbing it furiously. I have probably shed enough tears to fill the Pacific in the past few months! It really is silent torture - tormenting us bit by bit as every day passes..

Sometimes I wonder.. that if we were not together in the first place, maybe it won't hurt so much, maybe I won't be so sad and just maybe, I won't have to ride the emotional roller coaster everytime I spend some time with him.. It seems like such an easy solution to our pain, doesn't it? Unfortunately, (or should I say fortunately?) WS doesn't agree with me.. he doesn't believe in just giving up what we have and can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel. In a way, I'm really glad that he and I don't see eye-to-eye on this one, as I'm counting on him to remind me that our perseverence will be worth it. That we will be together properly, sooner or later.. (I'd rather it be sooner, of course!)

I guess then, and only then, can we start thinking of whether we're going to have that future together, or whether we are completely unsuited for each other when we're actually in close proximity. I guess we're one of the 'funny' couples where the ultimate test of our relationship will be whether we can be together physically as opposed to whether we can be apart and still maintain a relationship. (I always knew that I was unique, special and not normal.. ;) )

So I guess good ol' Will was right after all.. this path truly does not run smoothly..

We do look quite happy, don't we?

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True love? You decide..