Posted by Anonymous on 2019/07/06 under Love We've been together for 2 years and 8 months. Against all odds we made it this far. I met you online. We met in person 4 times. You live 500+ miles away. But I love you. In the beginning the distance didn't matter. We stayed up all night on the phone. We called almost every free moment we had. It was magical when we met in person. When you came up to see me. And we kissed for the first time on the 27th floor of your inner city hotel. It was electrifying when we met the second time, we slowed danced in the middle of City Hall and it snowed. Every moment with you felt like I was in a movie. It was humbling when you came to visit the third time and we squished together on my s***ty full sized bed in my off campus apartment. And just a few weeks ago I flew to see you and your city for the first time. We walked everywhere and took the train. It was too hot to hold your hand so we interlocked pinkies. After each visit it was heart breaking. Leaving was the most agonizing experience of my life. To leave the person you love 500 miles away. I cried for days each time. Yet with each visit I cried a little less. At least I cried at all. But you? We cried after the first visit, but you didn't cry with me after that. Suddenly you started calling me less. And now you hardly text. I say "I love you" and you have yet to reply, "I love you too."