Sorry this is kind of long. But the back story is necessary…I think.
By the time summer rolled around in 2006 and freshman year was over, things had hit a snag between Abigail and myself. The long distance thing had really taken its toll. We both cried when we realized how unsustainable it felt. Two full-time students with jobs and a couple of hours between us had caused a strain.
I’d still visit some weekends, and we talked everyday still. There was the awkwardness where I love you’s used to be, we ended up fucking a few times, and she briefly dated (but didn’t sleep with) another guy. With the migration to Facebook, we both had our relationship status as “it’s complicated” as we tried to figure out what we really wanted.
Sure, I missed the days of laughing at cheesy porn, watching movies and playing games, and long talks that flowed easily. But it’s hard when you need someone and they’re not there. Phone calls and IMs can leave a lot to be desired. It was the choice we had to make.