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If The Apocalypse Were to Happen

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Let’s say the apocalypse happened tomorrow.

Anytime I think about it, my thoughts are either “I would survive” or “there’s absolutely no way I’m putting myself through all that.” If I really think about it, I believe my chances are not completely down the gutter.

I consider myself a mildly athletic person. I’ve played soccer and run track. These are sports that involve a lot of running and jogging, which you would assume would give me high endurance; you would be wrong. Although I play soccer, I would say I have bad endurance, and long runs make me wanna die. Probably another reason wouldn’t wanna survive the apocalypse.

Actually, now that I really think about it, the chances of me wanting to survive the apocalypse are completely down the gutter. Like, what’s the point? All you’re doing is surviving and trying to avoid the unavoidable. At the end of the day, either zombies, starvation, isolation, or betrayal is taking you out.

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder…

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Everybody told me that long distance would be trouble. That it would hurt. That it wouldn’t be worth all the stress–especially during my senior year.

But I, being the stubborn love-struck puppy I was, didn’t listen. Nope. I didn’t want to believe what people said, so I didn’t. I told myself that it would be easy.

Now, here I am sitting in my room in Ojai, California. 2643.071 miles away from my boyfriend of two and a half years.

It’s funny. In the beginning, I had kind of wished Kai was a recluse that veered away from any female contact.

But again, the beginning was the hardest part. The time difference made it even worse. He was already at school when I would wake up most days and by the time study hall ended, it was around 12:30 in the morning where he was.

And boy, would we argue. Over the most minuscule things. I argued because we were so far. He argued because of the time difference. We argued because we missed each other. We argued. And. We argued.

I began to wonder if they were right. If long distance was too much for me to handle. It seemed, with all my college applications and school work, that they might be right.

But, as much as we fought and as much as I hated the distance, I did not want to give up.

And I didn’t. Things got better, and I honestly don’t think that long distance is all that horrible. Sure, it takes a while to get used to but if you love him (or her), all of those frustrations–those initial arguments, getting used to the time difference–was worth the greater moments when I would get to hear his voice on the phone or see his face on Skype.

I still miss him dearly and love him so much. And I don’t regret choosing to be in this long distance relationship with him. He makes me happy although I don’t get to be with him nearly as much as I did last year which turned out to be a good thing. I have more time for friends and more importantly, when I do get to see him, it makes it all the more special. It’s almost like we just started dating. There isn’t anybody I’d rather have than him.

So let me tell you from my experience that eventually, distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.