This is a story I thought I would neither publish or share with anyone except myself and the people involved.
This was meant to be a journal; I way to involve myself in my own emotions and their dept, but I believe the story itself is so beautiful I'd like to share it, if anyone wants to read it (of course).
The first thing I want you to know is that it's a real story, real situations and emotions - censored without names and somewhat places, to keep the privacy of the core. It's been on my computer ever since I finished it, and "putting it out there" seems like a way for me to get everything out of my mind.
I have no sense of how long the chapters are; some are long and some are short. For everyone who has ever written a journal, you'd know how some days are better than others, and therefor it is impossible to say how much is to be said each day that goes by. All in all, this is based on a true story of a long-distance relationship that is very close to my heart.
Note that this is my view of the experience, not his, but he has read through this so it's not a shock what so ever.
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Good reading, I guess. And keep in mind that all errors are not intentional, it's just hard to read through it all at once.