You might remember that, back in August, I flew off the radar when I started dating this guy, this wonderful guy: The Traveling Progressive.
Then in January or February, I posted that TTP was moving. Not far–only about three hours away–but that’s about 200 miles and one time change. Ugh.
Now it is April, and somehow I realize that we’ve already successfully made it two full months of long-distance relationship.
It is wonderful; it is terrible. It is heartbreaking, and it warms every inch of me. Continue reading