There's always that point in time with a new relationship when you spend hours upon hours upon hours on the phone at night, talking about everything and anything. However, I feel like that normally dies down after the first month or so. Then it drops to just calling to say goodnight, or not really calling at all.
I had thought we were done with the long talks that ramble here and there, I thought that maybe we'd run out of things to say.
I was most definitely wrong.
Granted, it's still pretty early in the relationship, but we'd sort of died down to "how was your day?" conversations over the past month or so, sometimes skipping talking at night if one person was busy or had people over or whatever. Out of what seems like nowhere, for the past two nights we've been on the phone for 4+ hours each night. And every time we talk, it's like there's a whole new set of things we could talk about the next night. What's even crazier is that it doesn't feel like four hours have passed. It feels like maybe 1, an hour and a half at the most. I looked at my watch last night and was shocked that it read 3:45.
I love it. I love that our conversations can go from something silly to something sentimental, that we can talk about something that's upsetting one of us and still be able to bring the conversation back up to a happy beat. I like that he can say that something's bothering him, and I'm glad that I feel the same way. I feel like a lot of my problems before stemmed from either me not saying what was bothering me, or me being oblivious to the fact that I was doing something they didn't like. Granted, it's never fun to hear that you're doing something wrong, but I want to fix it. I want to be a better girlfriend than I may have been before. There's something about it that just makes me feel good. I want to make him happy, just as much as he wants me to be happy with him.
I think it's refreshingly healthy. I don't worry about what he'll do if I'm not around, I don't worry about my family or friends getting along with him, I don't worry about the fact that there's 2 hours distance. Sure, going from seeing each other on almost a weekly basis to having to wait 2 weeks or more is kind of rough, and sharing a tiny twin bed when I visit is also a challenge (I love my queen. It's just the right amount of room) but on the whole, I couldn't be happier. I feel better, I'm more optimistic, I'm less worried and stressed... I was worried for a while that I'd never find something as good as I thought my last relationship was. To have this be better than that in every way is something that just baffles me. I'm speechless.
I think that's all I have in me for now.
