Long distance relationships

Whoever said that LDRs made the heart grow fonder is both right and wrong.

I miss The Boy terribly. Every telephone call takes on a special meaning, because you've looked forward to much to that moment that's the right time to call - his morning on the way to work, my afternoon lunch break; my bedtime, when he leaves work; weekends, when every time is right but you can't talk the whole time, can you? But it's also scary, because every telephone call is not special, but you expect it to be. There's that anti-climax when you put down the phone, when you feel that you might have said what you did not say, or tell him 'I love you' one more time. Then there are the times when you're so busy that you forget to miss him, or your heart gets tired of carrying this feeling all the time. Those are the times you don't want to talk, and you push him away, and feel bad about it. The longer it goes on, the more all these things cloud your view, till there's more darkness than light.

But then you turn to the hills for your help, that source of light, life and all things good. It doesn't make you feel better about what's going on, but you being to grow in the knowledge there is hope, a future, and you are finally able to sleep, because you trust - trust in love, trust in him, and most of all, trust in Him.