hurting, missing and loving

I know I write about my relationship with Chris a lot, but we've had a rough couple of days recently and I feel that I need to write about it (again), I just kind of need to get some stuff out of my brain...
Well, I want to write about what makes a long distance relationship different, and at times difficult, so here goes:

I think the love in a relationship like ours very much comes from the pain, that might sound bad, but hear me out here. The thing is, that the worst feeling I know is saying goodbye to Chris, it's standing in an airport saying "I'll see you in three months...". It is difficult, sometimes maybe even painful to be in a relationship like ours, but I think the love lies in that we choose to be together anyway, we choose to go through the painful goodbyes and months apart because we love each other that much, the love just overpowers the pain (if that in any possible makes sense).

I think Chris put it perfectly when he said "I miss you so much it hurts sometimes" because that is truly how I feel, I go around every day missing him and it hurts, it hurts knowing that the thing I want the most, the person I love the most, is so far away. So I try to convince myself that "distance really doesn't matter when you really love someone" but honestly I think that's bullshit (excuse my language) Because distance does matter, no matter how much you love someone it still matters that there's six-hundred miles and an ocean between you. But I think that we as a couple can overcome that shows that we're willing to put hard work into it (because let me tell you it's really bloody hard sometimes).

But when you've been in a relationship for over eight months and only have spend three weeks actually being together, that means there's a lot of missing each other. But I read quote that sums my feelings on the subject up perfectly: "Missing someone gets easier every day, because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will." And that is the reason I usually spend out time apart counting down the days till I'll see Chris again, and not counting the days since I saw him last.
But even though it gets easier everyday, there's still two months till I'll see him again (and 14 till we'll live together). And I know it might sound weird when I say I miss the person I talk the most to every day, but that is, I think because I don't miss Chris, I miss being with him. I miss how we are together. I miss being able to do things like holding hands while going for walks and cuddling while watching movies, I don't miss him as much as I miss "us".

(Watch out here comes the really cheesy part)
I think the pain of saying goodbye, being apart, and missing each other that is a pain we're willing to go through, because we love each other that much.