Anchor

There are many things rather difficult to live with, when you move abroad. After all, you change so many things, places, people. But the most difficult part is when you have to do this in a way that you cannot share all these moments with your partner. And I mean right there and then or at least at the end of the day next to a dinner or glass of wine.
So yes, we have a weekend relationship. We talk every day at least once, but most of the times, more than once on phone. But we only see each other on the weekends. Have you ever tried to squeeze in everything into a couple of days? It's very difficult. It's a pressure-game. Sooner or later it becomes hard. For both.
You look back on the past two or three days and think to yourself: This is what life should be like. Every day. Cause it's so good, so natural. But because it cannot happen, you kiss him goodbye for the week or fortnight and keep looking forward to the next time you see him and maybe a more distant future when this happens every morning when he leaves for work and comes back in the evening.

Cause he is like an anchor. You know you are alright, you are you when you're around him. Works like magic. Every time.