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Happy 2 1/2 years, love.

Countdown until home

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So, since I'm trying not to pull you out of your homework, and my heart is being longing-y I'm posting here. 

I miss you. So . . . bloody . . . much. It stings a little honestly. I have just enough free time here, that every once in a while, I get really bad Zephram Withdrawl. It's kinda funny, honestly, when I stop and try and figure out why I like you and why you're my boyfriend. . . I realize how deep it goes . . . and how, at least for me, like is a lot deeper. In fact, it's love. The more I discover of you, the more I see, the more I find myself falling farther and further in love with you. Like Alice down the rabbit hole. It's never intentional and I never realize how far I've fallen until I look up. I've asked myself why many, many times. And I can never come to an answer. I used to think it was because it was because I didn't know why. But now I realize I do know why, but I still can't give an answer. Why? Because there isn't just one. Some days, it's purely physical, I admit that freely, there's something about your eyes that has always just gotten to me and . . . melted me, while at the same time I am frozen in place. Other days, other hours, it's the warmth in you, your gentle touch and your love of all things small. Other days, it's your interests and I don't mind watching hours and hours of anime or watching you game, or show me Japanese or physics, or math. Other days, it's your voice, soothing, calming, with a hint of . . . not steel exactly, but strength, I think. Confidence. Other days, it's definitely your communication skills, intelligence, and the conversations we have. And sometimes it's your strength. Your passion towards the world and your ability to want to make things right. Other days, it's your softness. The romantic lull in your voice (okay, that one's an often. Guilty). Other times, it's the same romance, but without the softness. The pure desire of it all. But there is so much more to you than even that -- your political side, which just now I am beginning to appreciate, your sense of humor and your sillyness (ditto, your love of cooking, ultimate frizbee, trains, and a million other things that I've never thought to think about in the same way. Your love of children, an excellent book, a well made sword, astronomy, the dark of the night, philosophy . . . I could go on for a long, long time. I am so grateful and honored to be your girlfriend, particularly under the circumstances and the strain we have been put under. And I wanted to acknowledge that I think you're amazing. Truly. And I love how far we've come and how I've come to know you. And also though, that I hope we have many, many more adventures together and I get to know you even better. -kiss- 

I love you. You are so much a part of me -- you are so much too, a friend, a best friend, a boyfriend and much more. I'm going to stop writing now, since you've distracted me, but I love you. I love you. I love you. 

Halloween ideas.

So there's this article on Buzzfeed (here. Halloween ) on Halloween Costumes for 2. Can we please, please, please do number 31? Pleeeease?It would be very, very fun. (half teasing, half dead serious).

Train of thought

So, thinking about you once more. This time because I found a story about a relationship that did not go so well (don't ask). And was thinking again about how much I miss you and how wonderful you are. Don't smirk. This is where I am ALLOWED to be gushy. If you want space, then go do physics or something. This is where I can be sappy. VERY sappy. Deal with it. Now that we've gotten *that* out of the way, I can gush. It's really nice how supportive you are. And warm. And I admit to loving all the over-the-top romantic gestures you've done in the past. There the kind of thing that last a long time. At the same time, it's not the gesture that matters per-se. It's the thought and affection behind it. One of my favorite memories (aren't they all though?) is when we were at the beach last summer, when we were discussing how while I was fine with the depth of the ocean, I found the waves themselves rather terrifying. And so you picked me up and gently dunked me into the waves -- pulling me up before I fell into the waves. And the accent. You made me laugh so hard . . .

Our first date -- a recollection

So, I haven't heard from you in a few days, which is really weird, but I guess makes sense since you're really busy but I've been thinking about you, so I thought I'd post my thoughts about it here. Right now I'm considering doing a version of your "notes" on Facebook, you know, before your birthday. Since mine's coming up in two weeks, I thought I'd try and get on it. After all, time is ticking, but right now I'm writing about our first date and I'm laughing. Not at you. You were hopelessly romantic and kind and sweet. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You are my prince charming after all. But no pressure. No, I'm laughing because even though I'm a very strange person and was not into you until you completely charmed me, you were kind. And yet, I can only guess what that must have been like. I was so tentative then, having barely accepted your invitation to the concert and I was on crutches then too, on top of being so clumsy. I was so nervous, afraid of what you'd think of me, what your folks would think of me. I remember how I had no appetite because there were so many butterflies in my stomach. I remember how I brought books on the date -- goodness how Mala made fun of me for that! -- I remember how my phone kept buzzing from Heather and I was quietly hitting ignore as Mala, you, and I sat around at Starbucks, me and my milk and you two and your coffee, talking about star trek in a really interesting way. And I remember how, once seated, your mother on the other side of you, you tried to put your arm around me, and how I threw it off. And yet how you were unperturbed and put it around my shoulder once more, grasping my hand as well.
And I remember how my stomach dropped out and how dizzy I felt, like it was just us and the spotlight was on me -- and, of course -- your arm. And how I felt like I was on fire. I remember that very clearly. I remember too, how I lowered my head, at last, onto your shoulder. And how your head came to rest on top of mine as you squeezed my hand. I remember the ensuing neck-ache too. But I also remember how it didn't matter at all. And how all there was you and me as we curled up together and listened to the music as one.

I remember afterwards too, with the fountain that turned many colors, and how we talked physics. That was magic too, it is a magic I am familiar with now, of course. It is the sort of "magic" that comes with being around you. When I'm with you, the world stands still.

The time is now

Paris

Harrisburg

For you, my dear

This is a blog to remind us, that however far away we are, however bad things may seem, we have a great connection. It is a connection as friends, good friends, best friends, as a couple, and as lovers -- that is, we look into each other's eyes . . . and smile, because in that moment, everything in the world makes sense.
This blog is to remind us of each other. The things small and large that make this work. When I'm thinking of you, I'm going to post here. Ideas, thoughts, memories, articles, photos, gifts, and lots more. This is where you can come when you need to remember me. And I hope it will be vice versa -- but that is entirely up to you. If you have a bad day, post here. If you have an amazing day, post here. Memorialize it. The journey we're taking is an epic one, and I hope we can share it. Together, yet individual, it is the staple of a long distance relationship. But no one gets into these because they think it will be fun -- they do it because they care deeply about the person. And it's the person that's worth it, despite the distance.
This blog is created because once upon a time, two people fell in love and decided that in spite of the 2000 mile distance (hence the name) they would make it work.
But it is also created because once upon a second time, they kissed again, and the sparks flew.