Its not easy.
its not fun.
its not nice.
But I do it anyway. Because I love him. He is 850 something odd miles away from me, and will be until this summer, when I'm going to get a few days with him. Then back to 850 miles away, until fall, with a few more days (probably 2-3 both times). then back to that until January, for another few days.
We've been together for almost six months. I've spent a few days with him. I wish I knew the magic word that makes me go through it every day. I really don't. But I look forward to the next conversation so much and I treasure every word of it that I think it keeps us together. The distance pulls us closer, as cheesy as that sounds. We know what its like to not be together, and I don't want to do this forever. So we treasure the time that we're together so much more. It makes our relationship work, and it makes it last. When we start to argue, we just realize how insignificant it really is, and we move on.
Yes, I miss him. Yes, I cry. Yes, I wish we were together almost every second of every day. I can't go five minutes without thinking about him. Everything reminds me of him. I wear a necklace he gave me on our 4 month anniversary every single day, because it makes me feel closer to him.
I don't know how I go through it. Maybe that gives you an insight into the mentality that goes into it, though.