sunday goodbyes.

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For about three years, I hated Sundays. Sundays epitomized why I hated being in a long distance relationship...when Friday arrived, there was so much anticipation for the weekend to come. Yet, when Sunday rolled around, there seemed to be an impending doom hanging over my head. I would often sleep horribly on Saturday nights because I knew what was coming the next day.


With this in mind, today I'm thinking about two of my best friends who are bidding their loves adieu for the next few weeks or months. I know the exact emptiness they're feeling, especially in the seconds you round a corner and realize they're no longer in your sight. 


The reality is this: I had to come to terms with Sundays. I had to disassociate them with the idea of saying goodbye. I forced myself to change my perspective--and think about the last moment  you're together as the furthest from your next visit. Every mile I drove away was one mile closer to our next weekend together.

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A change in perspective didn't make our time apart any easier, it just made every subsequent separation a little more understandable. Long distance is often a means to an end...and if it's not, then you shouldn't be putting yourself through the pain of Sundays.