OHMYGOSHI'MENGAGEDHOW'DTHATHAPPEN?!!
I can't believe it's already been a week and a half, and Fiancé is gone. If there's one thing about long-distance relationships that I hate the most, it's the saying goodbye. It's crazy, but the more time I spend with Fiancé, the more attached I get to him, the harder it is to not be beside him -- like, physically painful to me. And thus, the mourning. I already admitted to my mother that I'm being dramatic. I know it's not that big a deal that he's gone, because in no time at all, he'll be back, we'll be getting married and then flying back to Germany together (cross your fingers! We're praying everything goes "according to plan", but when does it ever?).
If you feel ripped off 'cause you were expecting stories of our visit - fear not! I just need to move from my stage of mourning to the acceptance stage, and then stories will follow.
I wish you a wonderful time! How lucky you are to experience real love and to come together! Not everybody can realize that! Then after the wedding, if deceptions come, hold on and forgive each other and remember these feelings of love and of believing in each other!
ReplyDeleteWonderful photo! Like in a film!
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