Fighting for my Cheese...

After the long, drawn out wait to leave for college, the day is finally upon me.. and I'm not ready to leave. Not yet.
While I am excited about studying, and moving out of Bangalore, and meeting new people, there's also a side of me saying, 'But I haven't had enough time'.. In my last post, when I so flippantly made the statement about how we hardly have any time with each other, I didn't realize how strongly I would come to mean it. And I find myself wishing for maybe just a little more. Even if its just a day.
On the flip side, I am trying to stay positive about the whole thing. After all, people do this every day! Now I know I've never done a long distance relationship, and I'm not disregarding how difficult it's going to be at times, but the fact is, if the concept exists, it can be done.
There is a side of me that hopes that when the going gets tough, he's not going to be the one to bail. Being the person with the knowledge of what lies ahead could be as bad as being the person who goes in blind, if not worse. At least all I'm going into this armed with is my optimism, he has the weight of his experience.
But if you were to ask me why I would want to put myself through this, I look at it this way. All my life I staunchly stuck to my stand that I do not believe in a long distance relationship. I wasn't even willing to do it for a relationship I had dedicated four years of my life to. Then along came this man who I could tell was different, and special.. and the more I've got to know him, I find that he's so much more.. So how could I not want to follow this through? And I also like to think that maybe, just maybe, I've grown up enough in the last few years to be able to give it a fighting chance.
So to that end, let the good times..... and the bad times, roll.