To have someone who can be there for you in crisis?
To not have an unbreakable barrier between the two of you?
To not be lonely?
To be a priority to someone?
To reside in the same state as your partner?
To be one of the friends who can see their partner when they want instead of the one friend who can only envy?
To have someone you really can tell anything?
To have someone you can talk to?
To have someone who takes crisis seriously?
To have someone who doesn’t downplay your problems?
To have a relationship that moves only forward and never backward?
To have someone who doesn’t think of life as a Disney fairytale?
To have someone who isn’t sheltered?
To have someone who recognizes others’ struggling?
To have someone who with a realistic view of the world?
To have someone who can show up?
To have someone who… cares?
I thought I knew. Like many things, it seems I don’t. Perhaps it’s a luxury I never will.
The countless weeks – inevitably, countless months – weren’t supposed to last forever, and I thought they were finally gone. But I was very wrong. They are here to stay and it will always be this way. There’s nothing I can do but accept that.
A sincere message for those of you with your partners physically nearby: You are luckier than you will ever know and more fortunate than many can dream of. May you remain close until death separates you… and hopefully, that’s temporary.
If I give up altogether, will I stop being disappointed?