I moved to Brookings, South Dakota a few days after Corie left. The first week of school was the hardest. I called my mom crying, telling her that I wanted to come home. I didn't think I would actually miss home this much. But it killed me.
I finally got to come home during Labor Day weekend. I got to see my girlfriend, family, friends, and dogs. Corie and I didn't spend every waking moment together. We were grateful for the few hours we got and I headed back to school.
I started missing my classes. Eventually I got so far behind that it wasn't worth showing up anymore. I would come home some weekends. Every time I did and Corie was home we would spend as much time together as we could. Some times the only time we saw each other was when we said goodbye at the end of the weekend. Not seeing her all the time was hard.
Fights were more frequent. Crying happened almost twice a week. It was hard.
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Fragile Moves
Non-FictionPart two of Life Unexpected. Follow the rollercoaster that is the life of being in a lesbian long distant relationship while in college. *This is a true story*
