For the past two months, I have been fighting a quiet battle inside myself.
Not because of him.Not because of what we have.
But because sometimes distance does something strange to the heart.
It makes you question.It makes you doubt.It makes you feel weak in moments you wish you were strong.
There were nights when I felt so small. So unsure. I even questioned whether I could keep going in this long-distance love. I wondered if I was strong enough. I wondered if love was supposed to feel this heavy when you're apart.
Being away from him wasn't easy.It made me feel incomplete sometimes. Miserable, even.
And before we met again, I doubted myself. I doubted us. I almost convinced myself that maybe it would be easier not to continue.
But love has a way of answering doubts without using words.
January 29, 2029 — the date we had been waiting for.
The moment he arrived, everything inside me shifted.
The anxiety softened.The noise in my head went quiet.The heaviness disappeared.
And I remembered.
I remembered why I chose this.Why we chose this.
The happiness I feel when I am with him isn't dramatic or loud — it's deep. It's calm. It's safe.
It's the kind of happiness that lets you sleep peacefully beside someone.Even with the snoring.
Especially with the snoring.
Because somehow, even that has become part of us. Our silly morning jokes. The way we laugh about who snored louder. The way those small, ordinary moments feel extraordinary simply because we are together.
With him, I feel comfortable.With him, I feel protected.With him, I feel like I can breathe again.
Long-distance love is not easy. It stretches you. It tests you. It forces you to grow in ways you didn't expect. But when you are finally reunited, you realize something important:
Some love is worth the distance.Some love is worth the doubt.Some love is worth fighting your own fears for.
And ours… is still continuing.In the most amazing way.