Sleeping with... no one.

You know that ache you get?
Not the stress ache or the hunger ache or the lack of an orgasm ache you can get.
Just the ache of being alone.

It's been exactly 3 weeks since I've slept next to my boyfriend.
I'm sure you single people are thinking, "OH BOO, YOU WHORE." (I'm quoting Mean Girls, btw) But those with a special someone hopefully understand this depression I feel.

I hate the distance. It's making me sick. Only about 24 hours until I see him again. The time seems to be going by so slow.

Just like we do

I haven't seen my boyfriend for almost 2 weeks exactly.

We live far from each other. According to google maps we're about 152 miles apart.
Even though I sound terribly corny,
I miss him.

Long distance relationships can work. As long as you have set times of seeing each other. If you don't, then you're bound to fall apart.

You see, I see my boyfriend routinely once every 2-3 weeks and those weekends we spend together, are the little bites of hope I get out of this hamburger of a relationship.

Then the known fact that we will not be like this forever also helps. He's planning to move here.
I seriously doubt I'll be able to take another year of this.

Being a silly 18 year old, you're probably thinking, oh this girl is in a silly relationship that can't last.
You know what?
I don't care, I'm happy and I'd like to revel in this happiness. Just roll around in it like bubbles in a bubble bath.

And you know the good about the time apart? We have plenty of time to think of ways to be creative.
And I mean creative in the...
well you know what I mean.

I'm going to head off to bed now, I've got work in the morning.
You'll know who I'm dreaming about.