Long Distance

So I have a lot of friends in long distance relationships...this was something I wrote about a guy I was friends with, in said relationship. He was a victim- tortured, scorned, and even blinded by love.

As she lay on her bed at night, all she could think about was that one person who gave her a reason, a reason to look forward to the day ahead of her. It was her memories which she clung on to, to give her a faint light of joy. “We can make this thing work, “A lot of people survive long distance” those sympathies meant nothing, how would anyone know how it felt, staying away from the one person who could make your darkest days brighter, who could make any storm just disappear. Those few hours a day they could talk to each other, those were her favorite moments. A lot of people had thought them foolish, saying that one of them would end up breaking, they would be weak and give up. After all what is a relationship without human interaction? But they held strong. There were a moments of immense sadness caused by the very same memories which brought them immense joy, but they would stay strong through their doubts and trials. The thing about them was that, they weren’t the type of people who would doubt each other, but rather the type of people who would doubt themselves. They felt unworthy of one another, yet, they were complete with each other. They had seen each other’s brightest and darkest days and had stayed through them. Their relationship wasn’t a safe haven, but it was enough. Nobody said this was going to be easy, not even close. But clutching their pillows tight, with the thought of finally seeing each other, they survived.
At least that was what they thought…. This may seem like a realistic and ideal long distance relationship of two passionate lovers, but reality finally struck, the messages went from an hour continuously talking to 10 minutes of “I love you’s”, the days flew past without talking and whenever she came online, the only thing he heard from her was “Are you still faithful?”. He found that to be promising, he thought she was just a frightened little lamb. Little did he know that the very person who he thought he would marry, was the same person who was lying in the bed of another man. But he would never doubt her, he was blind to what she was, to reality. He would never accept it. But she played him like a violin, smooth, careful and deviously.
See, love isn’t all that great.
Especially when you’re blinded by it.