Gods. This is the part I hate about
long distance relationships.
She's finishing up getting things together so she can go to
Germany for the summer, she just finished school, she's leaving her friends in
New Mexico, and she's riding an
emotional rollercoaster. I wish more then anything that I could be there with her. And now, she met some guy. It hurts. I'd be a liar if I said it didn't.
The hard part isn't understanding, it's acceptance. I know that we're a thousand miles apart, soon to be several thousand miles apart, but I wish more than anything that I could be near her. The distance has never seemed so great. I miss her.
I love you, baby!