My friends were not kidding when they told me that long-distance relationship/marriage is hard. Almost 2 months into one, I have to admit the truth in their fore-warning. All I can say is that,
LDR/M is not for the faint-hearted.
If you're a clingy person, whose world would stop without the sight of your other-half, I'd suggest you save the trouble because mid-way you might lose yourself. I was lucky because I was brought up by my parents to be independent. In addition to the upbringing, 5 years abroad had taught me to or rather forced me into being able to stand on my own feet and to maneuver my life and not to be dependent on others, too much.
I won't give tips on how to survive LDM because I am still new to it besides, different person has different perspective and ways how to handle their situation. The first few weeks was easy for me because I was so busy with work, so I immersed myself deeply in work so that H's lack of presence will not be sorely missed. After the work load subsides, only then I realized that this is a no-joke situation.
I miss coming home after work with the thought of preparing scrumptious (and of course, healthy) dinner for him. I miss the weekends where I suddenly was motivated to bake, to show him off with my (beginner) culinary skills. I miss the silly jokes, the weekly movie date, the late night Friday hang outs with our friends and to summarize it all, the time we spent together.
(banyak oi kot nak tulis satu-satu buat apa dengan laki sendiri)
To say that I don't miss him is a total lie. To say that I miss him, is an understatement.