So many people I know, even people I barely know talk badly about my LDR. One of the most common things I hear is that “there’s no future in this relationship”. Why, they ask me. What can happen. What do you see when you think of your future with your boyfriend. Where do you see yourself in five years. And so on and so forth.
In five years, maybe ten who knows, I imagine us living together. Maybe not in the most luxurious house ever, but we will have a place of our own. I will wake him up in the morning, cook us a simple yet delicious breakfast. We will sit down at the table and have breakfast. We will both go to work and make money. During the breaks, we will message each other talking about how much this person we work with annoys us. How we love what we do for a living, or maybe how much we hate it. After work, we will sit down together, have a drink, we will prepare dinner and sit down. Talk about how our days went and enjoy the time we have together. We will watch movies, go out and have fun in our spare time. We will annoy each other, prank each other and yeah we will get into arguments together as well. I might even tell him to “leave me alone” and “I don’t want to look at you right now”. We will silently sit on the sofa together, staring into space. I will sigh and slowly move closer to him. “I’m sorry. I was being stupid.” We make up, kiss each other and forget about what just happened. We will go to sleep, cuddling together and during the night I’ll push him off of me because it’s too hot but he will probably move closer to me again. He will push me because I snore when I’m on my back sleeping. Then, in time who knows during a fancy dinner date he’ll go on one knee and ask me to be his forever. He knows I’m not perfect and hell, we both have a lot to work on but we both know we can work on our flaws together. Months, years go by, we are together and we made it. Our lives have become significantly better. Our home is bigger and our jobs are less of a hassle to us. We have figured out what it is like to be living with one another. One morning the little pitter patter of tiny feet will wake us up. “Mommy, daddy! Good morning!” Eventually we will look back and we’ve gotten further than we ever thought we would. Our child(ren) has/have grown up, we are old and gray. One day he will hold me in his arms while I’m looking at my old reflection in the mirror. “You’re still beautiful, bunny,” We embrace, we kiss and for a moment I’ll feel young again. I’ll feel as though I am back to where it all started: at the airport of Taiwan, for the very first time. Seeing his eyes, meeting mine as he’s making his way over to me. “Welcome to Taiwan”.
I close my eyes for the very last time… I draw my last breath and I drift off. I’ve had an amazing life.
I see myself where you see yourself in five or ten years. I have the same dreams, hopes and feelings you have. Everything is the same, except he lives miles and miles away from me. On the other side of the world. My life will be same as yours. My ending will be the same as yours. I am not weird, I am not different. In the end, we just all choose a different path.