the weekend before i moved to london, in may 2012, we took a 48h road trip to say goodbye to each other. we talked about our fears and expectations and agreed on trying to keep things as they were. i cried. he teared up.
needless to say, we failed to keep things as they were. they've changed. a lot. and now, as i look up online for furniture to accommodate his clothes and books in my (soon-to-be-ours) tiny apartment, i realize the biggest change is that, somehow, i love him so much more than the day we said goodbye for the first time.