3 months ago
being there:
(Hey all. Hope all’s going great & that. I’m sat inside on a gorgeous day in a spring dress & last night’s makeup. glamorous!..)
Lately I’ve been learning a lesson in distance. To love someone who’s a good 3000+ miles away from me for the better part of the year, I suppose I’ve really no choice but to.
Most times, it’s not bad - on average there’s two month gaps between kisses, and generally they fly by pretty swiftly. But, as days and weeks and months do add up, I have learned to adapt.
Personally I think it’s a lot easier to talk about shared experiences, and sometimes having Skype conversations that revolve around our daily lives isn’t exactly exciting for either of us. So our chats come back to things we both have shared together, or places we go to when we can, a common ground. Lately I feel like we’ve transcended that, though. I’m learning the art of listening (something that’s been an issue of mine for as long as I can remember), and trying to support my bubs any way I can - even if it’s through a “man up & make me proud!” jest of a comment. Talking about when we’re next going to see each other, what we want for ourselves, our goals. Being each other’s best friend.
There’s a lot of trust involved too, but I guess I’ll save that for another post. I don’t get jealous over his friends who happen to be girls, and he doesn’t mind when I see my guy friends. That’d be ludicrous, and frankly, not worth it if we constantly had to check up on each other. I believe him when he says he loves me, and I mean it when I tell him. We’re both adults who can’t predict the future, but so long as we’re good in the present and honest as we progress - I’m happy.
They really should get on making teleportation exist, though.
xo
4 months ago
transatlantic love & meeting the parents:
It’s been a hot minute since anything’s swept your dashboards from us (or well, me) - so here’s what’s happening these days in my love life (which is all i ever report these days..zzz? give me ideas!)
So.. here goes nothing.
Bubs (thankfully not his real name! just a pet one that I’ve given him, poor bloke) & I have been dating for the better part of this past year, so we’re starting to get to that cozy place in our relationship where I’m around him wearing hot rollers in my hair and he doesn’t always shave his beard when I kiss him. I’d be sad about this if it wasn’t so nice to not have to be this polished version of myself at every turn, because when enough time is spent together - the act kind of wears thin. Not that we don’t still love date nights and looking good for one another - as a pair equipped with extremely healthy egos, that’s never been a problem - it’s just nice not to worry if I’m not on top form, is all!
But I digress. I came home from England at the end of November, and after a teary eyed goodbye and lots of promises to keep this love of ours burnin’ through the winter months (where’s Johnny Cash to write a song when you need him? I know, I know..) , we went back to Skype calls for a month or so. And then, it was here. We turned my house upside down, I tried to hide all the mess of my room in crafty storage containers, and before I knew it I was listening to Jens Lekman on my way to go pick up Bubs from the airport —- with my parents.
10 months ago
cheese ball of the year status:
i’m in the happiest, healthiest relationship i’ve ever been in with a guy that i adore to pieces. he’s genuine, sweet, old-fashioned, caring, and a really good looker to boot. he treats me with respect and warmth, and isn’t trying to change me in any shape or form. we’re happy with and approving of one another, how neat is that? only thing i’m not such a big fan of is being long distance right now (one more month!), but i guess i’ll deal with it because i think his accent is pretty funny. (and you know, the aforementioned reasons too)
Love,
Elle
