When I look back at my old posts on this blog, I see that I really like you when we first met and knew that one day we’d be dating again. Fast forward to now, things are kind of crazy but we’re actually together. I first liked you when I was 15, and now I’m almost 20. For me to basically think of you in my future for 5 years is a long time, and I don’t think I could give up on that so easy. Relationships are haaard, but I knew I wanted to be with you since I first met you in my panda shirt until now when you’re in the military and I’m in college. I love you, but I think I need to take a chill pill and take some perspective on this. 5 years. Living apart. You’ve been doing your own thing, which is fine and just strange for me to deal with because most of the time I’ve always been the one going out and doing things. Now that the tables have turned, I don’t know how to deal with it. But I have to learn how to, because eventually I want to live with you and it won’t be all smooth sailing. I think I’m going to take a break, which will be hard as fuck but I don’t want to push you further away. Things are hard enough as it is, and I guess I get insecure when I don’t hear from you. I need this, or friends to vent to, not you. I know we’re both still really young, so this won’t be easy. But I can see you in my future, so I will just have to work hard to get myself there.