Somewhere between Glassboro and Ewing, NJ there a space between my boyfriend and I. Personally I love the hour difference or the 56 miles which ever you prefer to say. It gives me the chance to miss the annoying things he does. The way he yells at me for leaving my dirty clothing on the floor becomes charming. The little things that I hate become lovable when I haven’t seen him for awhile.
I mean I can’t even deal with hanging out with friends for more than three days in…



