Fall in Kitsilano


    Last weekend I hopped on a ferry to Vancouver. I caught up with old friends, frolicked in the leaves, got caught in the rain, watched a bad movie, and walked 5000 miles. One of my favorite moments was right before we went to bed.

Earlier in the day we had visited a quaint used bookstore on the long walk home, and so we had decided to start our books. We sat for a while in silence, both encompassed in our own worlds. I never stop missing the feeling when you are surrounded by the one you love, cozy under the blankets, while the world rushes outside.

Even though it has been a week since last weekend and I will be visiting again soon, I can’t help but miss him. Being in a long distance relationship is a constant state of missing and anticipation. Even when you’re with the person, you are already preparing yourself for the departure. Bittersweet. I do believe, however, that there is something special about an long distance relationship. It makes you treat every moment like a special event. You never take the other person for granted and you have the freedom to discover yourself.

Being in a long distance relationship is one of the hardest but best things I’ve ever done.

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