3 meses

Do you remember when we went to that park, after I bought you donuts. I didn't want you to think I believed in Machistas, porque era una gringa feminista. Walking down to the park, you told me that this is where they filmed the movie que pena tu vida. Y fue bacan porque en ese momento mi vida era el opuesto de penoso; caminando de la mano mirando al río Mapocho. That day, with the sky and sculptures as our backdrop, I got to know you. We sat and talked for hours. And I knew I liked you, and that I would be writing about that day, our days together, and our days apart. Creo que después te fuiste a conce. Me daba lata porque sabia que te iba extrañar, aunque era solo por el fin de semana.

In a couple months the majority of our relationship will have been long distance. (And I miss you.) Que penoso la vida. You told me that we would fight less, see each other less, but love each other more. I didn’t understand that logic, because if that was the case, why were long distance relationships so hard, something people warned us about. But in this last month, I learned what is so hard about it. It isn't the fighting, it hasn’t been making time for one another, but it's being there. It's being there without physically being there, without being able to hug someone when they are down. It is being a friend, to trust and believe, and it's not easy. But it is by far the thing that makes my love grow.

So I wish I was writing this by your side, because today is a special Wednesday, like all the ones before. But you asked me to write so I'm writing. But just so you know, I would've written anyways, because the world deserves to know our love story, because it is the closest thing to perfection that I have had. And that is not penoso at all. 

Me and Diego have been dating for three months SUCKERS! And I am stupid in love.