Whoever said love hurts was right. Eights months in a long distance relationship hurts----almost unbearably. Each month, we see each other for a few days. A few unbelievable, magical days, which end in tearful farewells at bustling airports. It's a vicious cycle of paradise lost and then, found. From joy at being able to feel him again, to heartbreak at having to leave.
But, whoever said all good things come at a price was right, as well. The price is steep but the reward, priceless.
In just a few days, we'll be together again. I'll lay my head on his shoulder and my world will be whole. Then, another farewell at the airport and, i'll be on my way to London for a few days and then, Armenia for two weeks to visit family.
There is so much to look forward to and I am so happy. So, so happy.