Beautifully and Wonderfully Distracted

people are weird. plain and simple.

Long distance relationships suck like hell. My boyfriend found some people to jam with when he’s not at work. I’m really happy for him because I know he loves his guitar and he loves having people to practice with. HOWEVER, it means I don’t get to talk to him as much. Things have pretty much gotten to the point where we generally only get to really talk early in the morning before he goes to work and MAYBE a few texts in the afternoon or at night. I feel like I hardly get to talk to him anymore.

But, I love him dearly so I’m willing to be patient. He has always been good to me and I could never tell him to give up jamming with his new friends just so I could talk to him more. I know it means a lot to him and I want him to be able to have that.

It makes me sad though knowing that I will probably only get to see him a few times this entire year. With him having two jobs and both of them being part time, he doesn’t always have time or enough money to see me. I’m proud of him though. He’s been working hard and taking his job very seriously. And I know it makes him happy being able to work and be productive. It’s definitely something I admire about him.

I haven’t really been able to figure out why I have been putting up with everything though. The boy drives me nuts sometimes. There are definitely things about him that just either piss me off like hell or just irritates me like crazy. He has definitely made me cry more than once. (not intentionally of course. he would never do that.) And I don’t even get to see him or talk to him that much anymore. I’m the type of girl that likes a lot of communication and is used to having a boyfriend with me. My ex lived in walking distance from me and we ended up going to the same college. We did basically everything together and having him around all the time was something I got used to and I guess expected. I swore I would never do a long distance relationship. I’ve always hated them and was perfectly content with the idea of breaking up with someone if they ever moved away. I just don’t do long distance. And yet, here I am. Ironic, isn’t it. If it was any other guy, I would never have allowed for this relationship to last for so long. I mean, goodness! In less than two weeks I will have been with him for an entire year! I’ve never stayed with a guy for an entire year straight! I don’t know what it is about him that makes me content to wait for him. I’m happy being with him. I may miss him like hell, but I’m happy.

I would say that maybe it’s love, but at the same time I’m still not entirely sure that I know what that is. All I know is that I want to stay in this relationship and see where it takes me.