"Distance lends enchantment to the view" was a fortune that my first girlfriend received in a cookie when she was 16. We were long distance lovers, me in San Diego and she in Virginia Beach. On opposite oceans and over 3,000 miles apart. I remember she wrote on the back (because I still have that fortune), "if we can just hold out 2 more years, all of our dreams will come true". She was going to move to San Diego after finishing high school so that we could spend our lives together. What a wonderfully optimistic dream. But loving someone deeply and being apart from them is very difficult. And the teenage years are not a static time. We changed and grew apart. It was a great year and a half and I'm very happy to have had the experience of being forced to learn about communicating with women before hormones made the equation more challenging.
That was my one and only long-distance relationship. I had an ex-girlfriend of mine tell me that I should never get involved with a woman who has to travel a lot. Because I'm just not built to deal with the separation. In a sense, I think that's true. When I love, I don't do it halfway. So I hate being away from the one I love. But I've endured it before (2 months worth during an 18 month relationship). And I can again, for the right person.
But choosing a long-distance relationship when there were other options right in my own back yard? That would be a rare thing indeed. I think it would have to be a very sunny girl...
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