Mr GV and I have only been together for two years. The first six months were spent in different cities about an hour apart, talking on the phone at night, texting during the day and spending the weekends together. We both semi-slogged through our weeks, looking forward to Fridays and dreading Sunday nights.
I've never wished we could go back to "the way things were" because things are generally great. With us working opposite hours, we are actually back in time a little. No face-to-face interaction during the week and I'm almost counting the minutes until he gets home. Bonus suck: almost no texting because his building doesn't have cell service. Easier this time: at least we live together.
Seriously, the man has the tiniest butt. Tall, handsome, no ass.