I fell in love with my last girlfriend after I knew she was planning to leave to South America for a year and a half.
I was in my mid-to-late 20s and considerably more idealistic than I am now: I saw it coming and I allowed myself to grow deeper in love with her, completely ignoring the fact that I knew I wasn’t built for long-distance relationships.
I figured after she’d leave, we’d write and send care packages regularly and chat with each other on Skype every day. I’d scrape together the thousands of dollars it would take to visit her in Chile (more than once if I could) and we’d make those 18 months WORK, goddammit!
Of course, it didn’t go down like that… Continue reading at MadameNoire.com