Falling in love: the long distance edition

We met, we laughed, we loved. And then he left. Because I'm from Vegas and it's a tourist town and he's from a small town in Montana (one of the biggest of the state), and he had to get back to life and I had to stay in mine.

So, now I'm in a long distance relationship. Now what?

Now we're star crossed lovers. And man, we're good at it.

A little distance won't keep us apart.

He's a manly man from Montana, complete with different colored eyes and cutest little butt you've ever seen, lips so delicious and gorgeous I melt every time I see them, and a blond beard that won't fully grow. And he's mine.

We met in Vegas. He'd been in town a couple of years, running away from a messy situation that still keeps him up at night. I'd grown up in town, taking the neon for granted. It was just a swipe, that was it. I just didn't know it would take me on this crazy adventure of love.

After a few months of dating he called me. He was leaving. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. One minute he was here, the other he was chasing down a son he'd left in a town far, far away. Guilt and regret driving him to undo his wrongs. He was calling to say goodbye. Calling to apologize for not thinking it through. Calling to wish me the best. Calling to cry for the mess he'd made in Montana, and regret for leaving me and the life he'd barely begun in Las Vegas.

I swallowed my pain away. We'd only been together a few months. I'd find someone new. I'd get over it.

Days, weeks, months passed. I thought of him often. Craved his voice. Remembered his smile. Then one day he called. I still had him saved in my phone. AT, that's it. I'd stopped myself from calling him or texting him a million times, though I'd wanted to.

But he did it. He called me. And the rest is history.

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