The end of every winter break has always been a struggle to follow this mantra. Despite all the times I've picked Junki up at the airport, the hours we spend together over the break, and the fact that I talk to him on the phone every day when we're apart, it is hard to say goodbye every January. It seems silly. We are pros at long distance. If I know every time we part that we will see each other again, why is it still so hard? I don't think I will ever know. Love is a difficult thing, especially over a distance. Maybe in this case, letting go means just accepting the fact that I'll feel this way every time and just letting my emotions wash over and having a good cry.
I still believe, though, that in the end, this will all be worth it. Especially because I know I am with someone worth waiting for.
