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Not even going to look and see when my last post was. Like, a really long time ago. So naturally, lots has happened since then. I'm now a college senior (woohoo!), I have a full-time job (yay money!), and personal fave--my boyfriend, who I haven't seen in over 130 days, came to visit.

The date, May 19th.

I was at work, the day was uneventful. The most exciting thing that had happened, was that my new highlighter didn't smear the words I was highlighting(which, admittedly, is rather exciting). 5 o'clock rolled around, I packed up my stuff, and went outside to wait for my sis to pick me up. She was late. Ok. I opened my phone, getting ready to call her, when I saw I had an incoming call. It was my boyfriend. Weird, I thought he was working today.

Him: Whatcha doin?

Me: Waiting for Kelsi. I just got off work, and she's late.

Him: Hm, that's weird. Wonder where she is.

Me: No idea.

Him: Hey, guess what?

Me: What?

Him: You look really confused right now.

Me: !!!!!! YOU'RE HERE? WHERE ARE YOU?!!!

Him: Turn around.

I turned around, and there across the street, leaning against his car was my deleted by the Department of Schmoop Removal Marine. I ran to him (thankfully there weren't any cars coming) and flung myself into his arms deleted by the DSR. And that was the beginning of the most amazing 12 days of my life.

I have so many things I could say about the sweet things he did while he was here, but I think they're too personal. I'll just say, he knows how to make me laugh even when I'm about to cry.

I've thought a lot in the past couple months about what love really means. Love doesn't mean dancing in the park while autumn leaves swirl around you. It's so much grittier than that. It means being there when the other person has had a horrible day. It means giving up what you want for what they need.

Long distance is hard. Really, really hard. It's even harder because he's in the military. There's so much to deal with in any relationship already, and sometimes adding the distance and the crazy military schedule can just seem like too much to handle. We've had weeks where we only get to talk for a few minutes, and sometimes it's hard for me not to get upset about that. We've been together a year and three months and he's only been back three times. The first time was last August. He was here for three days. The second time was in January, the third was this time. In the fifteen months we've been together, we've been together for less than three weeks.

When I stop and think about it, it's crazy. But I will stay up until 3AM when I have an 8AM class because that's the only time he had off, write him long letters every day, wait four months to have our first date, and hold back the tears because he's already stressed. Why? Because I love him. And that's what love does.

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