daughter
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Maybe this has been done before, hope folks will be interested in responding again.
For those in LDR(long distance relationships), how did you meet? How long before you met in person? How long have you been together? How are you making it work?
I'll start. Met my guy on a forum for poets. He was amused by this loud mouthed, opinionated black woman who was queen bee(his words). He was a new poet on the scene, whom my girlfriend was egging me to strike up a conversation. I wasn't interested-- till he posted to something I had written. He made an observation that everyone else seemed to have missed. I almost fell out my chair.
After a flurry of emails and IM's and marathon phone calls, he came to see me. He was relieved to find me not sporting hip hop nails, but I do like my funky, ethnic print flowing dresses. I was tickled to meet my 'suit'. Yep, I fell hard looking into those beautiful eyes framed with bushy brows and long lashes. My Brooks Brother man was gorgeous. He was reserved, but confident and articulate. I wasn't my usual talkative self that first date. Fella changed my heart rhythms.
It's been eighteen months from crazed infactuation to mellow,"I wanna spend my life with you." He's everything I should have dreamed of. And approaching middle-age, I'm more comfortable in my skin, confident and content. Bad times toughened me up but didn't make me bitter. I believe relationships can work. Love is real.
How do we make it work? We talk all the time. We listen. We value our time together. We made a commitment. We reject the social temperment that says everything is temporal and disposable. Relationships take work, and change doesn't automatically mean something is wrong. Relationships evolve.
Peace,
daughter
For those in LDR(long distance relationships), how did you meet? How long before you met in person? How long have you been together? How are you making it work?
I'll start. Met my guy on a forum for poets. He was amused by this loud mouthed, opinionated black woman who was queen bee(his words). He was a new poet on the scene, whom my girlfriend was egging me to strike up a conversation. I wasn't interested-- till he posted to something I had written. He made an observation that everyone else seemed to have missed. I almost fell out my chair.
After a flurry of emails and IM's and marathon phone calls, he came to see me. He was relieved to find me not sporting hip hop nails, but I do like my funky, ethnic print flowing dresses. I was tickled to meet my 'suit'. Yep, I fell hard looking into those beautiful eyes framed with bushy brows and long lashes. My Brooks Brother man was gorgeous. He was reserved, but confident and articulate. I wasn't my usual talkative self that first date. Fella changed my heart rhythms.
It's been eighteen months from crazed infactuation to mellow,"I wanna spend my life with you." He's everything I should have dreamed of. And approaching middle-age, I'm more comfortable in my skin, confident and content. Bad times toughened me up but didn't make me bitter. I believe relationships can work. Love is real.
How do we make it work? We talk all the time. We listen. We value our time together. We made a commitment. We reject the social temperment that says everything is temporal and disposable. Relationships take work, and change doesn't automatically mean something is wrong. Relationships evolve.
Peace,
daughter
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