Keeping up the fight

It’s so hard these days, to keep my chin up and smile, to pretend the distance isn’t killing me. Because it is. It’s driving me crazy all the time. I miss him, and I can’t change the fact that we are 567 miles apart. And yes I’ve calculated the distance. It’s not that far, but it feels like he is on the other side of the world. He’s coming to visit in October, or at least that’s the plan as of now, but that’s months away. It hurts. It hurts so damn much, and I can’t show it.

If I show it, people doubt, and people question. And I don’t want that. I can’t stand it when people constantly question him and our relationship. I swear, I’m so sick of people asking me whether I believe he’s true, because if I didn’t why would I stick with him for over two years. And I’m tired of being told that I need to find a guy in this state. I have a guy, and I love him. Distance or no distance, I love him, and I’m going to wait for him. Why can’t people just have a little faith and let things be?