Living 90 miles apart has been mostly good for Nick's and my relationship. There is much to be said for not being up in someone's face 24/7 and there's even more to be said for tragically and affectionately missing somebody.
That said, there is still squabbling. This particular argument was taking place through e-mails. It was about cheese. Really.
I always feel like gmail's smart ads are mocking me, though. Really? My whiny pleas to Discuss Things that are Important To Me seem like bad poetry? Touché, Google.
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