With the exception of when one of us is at work, in class, or asleep - we communicate constantly. Callum phones me every morning to wake me up, which is such a nice way to start my day. Everyday we videocall each other on Skype and then will leave our webcams on all day. Even if we’re busy with coursework or doing things around the house, it is so nice to be able to see and hear each other. Since he is five hours ahead, we always make a point to talk before he goes to sleep so that he can have a proper goodnight. And then I always email him or text him before I go to sleep later on. That way, in case I went out with friends or something, he knows I got home safe and sound.

Callum and I communicate more than any other couple that I know. And I think that is one of the reasons that the distance is easier for us.

2:06 pm  •  10 May 2011  •  5 notes

“The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.”

— Edward Thomas (via 2heartsfarapart)

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12:51 pm  •  10 May 2011  •  14 notes

This is one of those stories that makes me believe in fate. 

Last November I got a call from one of my friends from high school. He was tour manager for a band, and they were in desperate need of a merch girl. I jumped at the opportunity to travel around the US and Canada for free. On this tour, there were four bands. The one I worked for, plus three Norwegian black metal groups. Now, in order to understand this next part, you have to understand how anti-social and adorably awkward my boyfriend can be. He was the bassist for one of the Norwegian bands. We spent literally every day together for a month, and it still took us two weeks to actually acknowledge each others presence. We were both just too damn shy. 
His guitarist (who looks exactly like Dimebag from Pantera) had gotten into the habit of bringing me a beer and a shot of whiskey after every show. For some reason, on the night we played in Colorado, Erlend decided to tag along with him as I was packing everything up. I don’t remember actually talking to him that night, not much anyway. We kind of just walked around together until it was time for load-out. At that point, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and we parted ways.
Now, the next show was in Dallas, TX. That night I ended up dragging him around by the hand, talking his ear off. He just smiled and took it (such a good sport). Our two bands ended up going to the Clubhouse (a stripclub owned by Vinnie Paul from Pantera). Afterward, we managed to catch our first moment alone. I ended up kissing him, which I never do. I think something was telling me that he was just too shy to make the first move though. 
After that, we were basically inseparable (despite furious attempts by my friend. I still can’t figure out the reason for his anger). When we weren’t together at the venue, we were texting. Those last two weeks were some of the most stressful and amazing weeks of my life. 
There were two moments in particular that always come to mind. I think these were my first clues that I was already falling head over heels in love.
One night, we had just left the venue when I get a text from him.

Him: Miss me yet?
Me: Psh, Missing people is for pansies.
Him: Paint me like a muffin and call me a pansy then.

This struck me as one of the sweetest things anyone has said to me.
The second moment was on the very last night of tour. We were standing around the merch table with his band, talking about a website that we both ordered shirts from, when one of our friends looks at us and says “You two are a geek match made in heaven. You are going to get married and have little geek babies.” We just laughed awkwardly at him.
That night, he left for the airport, and I started the four day trek back to California. It was awful. I had no idea I could miss someone so much after knowing them for so short a time.

After that we talked basically 16 hours a day, despite the nine hour time difference (I don’t sleep much). I don’t really remember who said ‘I love you’ first, but I do know that it was on New Years. Before that, we would always make up silly words (like lufforz, or lubvsters) when we said goodnight. 
Fast forward four months. After spending three weeks in Paris visiting my best friend, I get on a flight to Oslo, Norway. My hands are shaking, I can’t stop smiling. I probably looked psychotic for the entire flight. I was so nervous when I stepped off the plane. I walked right past him without realizing it. He ended up sneaking up behind me and following me until I noticed him. It was a perfect moment. We had a lot of those over the two weeks there. My favorite was a couple days before I left. We were lying on his couch, watching a movie. He was cuddled with my arms around him, head on my chest. He ended up falling asleep. I couldn’t make myself move. I barely wanted to breathe. He looked so perfect right there, I wanted it to last forever.

Leaving there was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I’ve been back for a week, and haven’t been able to even pretend I was happy. I realized that the worst feeling in the world is being exactly where you want to be, and knowing you have to leave.

The details about our relationship…
I am 19, he is 29.
We live 5200 miles apart.
I tell him literally everything (I can’t say this about anyone else. I do not tell people things.)
We have been together for about six months, and have yet to fight.
Neither one of us are fickle people. We are usually guarded and  prefer being alone. We also both have the almost desperate need to be near each other all the time. 
He is the only person that can always make me smile, no matter what.
I am his favoritestest =)
Neither one of us realized that we could love someone as much as we love each other.  


I know this was a long post. I tried to leave as much out as I could. It’s just so nice to talk about him, as I am sure everyone on here understands.
For everyone in a  LDR, things get rough, they seem hopeless at times, some nights all you want to do is curl up and cry until everything disappears. Just remember that the moment you get to brush your hand against their face, and see the love in their eyes, makes it all worth it.  

(withloveandinsanity)

1:59 am  •  10 May 2011  •  6 notes

1:28 am  •  10 May 2011  •  9 notes

3639miles:

you’re sooooo far away. but so close to my heart <3

I know this distance far too well.

1:21 am  •  10 May 2011  •  5 notes

I love when we play Twister.

1:15 am  •  10 May 2011

batman-and-the-avengers asked: First of all, thank you for the follow. I always love seeing the different ldr stories.

Secondly, I don't think I realized just how different every ldr is until I read about yours. It is completely different than my own experience, and still totally beautiful =)

Thank you! I’m always amazed at just how many people in ldr’s there are on tumblr. I’d love to hear your story some day if you have the time. :)

12:55 am  •  10 May 2011  •  2 notes

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11:28 pm  •  9 May 2011  •  102 notes

Gosh, this is difficult to answer because we literally know nearly everything about each other. I know that he’s always wanted a Great Dane. That he’s allergic to penicillin. That he would rather eat Mexican food than anything else in the world. He likes to sleep on the side of the bed that is nearest to the door. At night if he’s snoring, just rub his chest and he quiets down. He has a scar above his eye from when he fell down the stairs as a child. He’s broken his nose multiple times playing football and now gets nosebleeds from time to time. All these things that make him my Callum.

And I do believe that he knows even more about me.

:)

10:07 pm  •  9 May 2011  •  1 note

“True love doesn’t mean being inseparable; it means being separated and nothing changes.”

— (via lovefromafarldr)

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9:58 pm  •  9 May 2011  •  6 notes