They say that you learn a lot about yourself through the relationships you have. Well with Lina, I realized I was an idiot. I know that you've been waiting a terribly long time for me to write to you about this. I do apologise for not having done it sooner. I think that in order to write about something one must first understand it and I guess that's why it's taken so long. I can't say that I fully comprehend what has happened in this past year but in attempting to write it all down I've managed to find some clarity. It's almost as if my pen has been scratching away at one of those lottery scratch cards, slowly revealing parts of myself to me.
Seven years. We were together for seven years with five of them being long distance. How does that make any sense? If you have ever fallen in love you would understand, if you haven't, well, part of me prays that you never do. Everyone seemed impressed that we managed to do it. I always thought that that was a bit strange, it's almost like being fascinated with the amount that someone could torture themselves. It's not like we wanted to do long distance but for what we saw in each other we were willing to do anything.