Three weeks to the day till Trouble arrives. Shouldn’t I be excited? Shouldn’t I be giddy?
I’m not. I’m really not.
I’m terrified. And I can’t think of anything else.
After more than two years of geographical separation and a few months of attempted emotional separation – the concept of us being in the same place is quite frankly rather daunting.
Will we still have feelings for each other? Will the chemistry still be there? Will we want to be together and give ‘us’ a proper shot?
What if after all this time of being smitten on the other end of the phone and over long weekends and Christmas/Easter breaks is just that – the honeymoon phase, the thrill of the chase? Will we work in the real world?
Has the strain of attempting long distance for so long ruined any chance we may have had?
So many questions. Absolutely no answers. Boy, long distance really messes with your mind.
The waiting game is still being played.
And I hate it.
distanced hearts club ♥