I like to think that I'm getting better at handling a long distance relationship. For instance, I'm no longer uncertain if things will work out because of the distance. Recently, my boyfriend left for the start of another semester after an extended visit and — get this — I haven't even cried since he left. I thought I was doing so well. Looking back, though, this week has been predominantly laying in bed, eating obscene amounts of chocolate, and going back to bed. It'll get better.