It's been a good 10+ years, and here we are fresher than ever. Before I left for the US, I spent a good night with him, and we went through everything we would need to do to keep this long-distance relationship alive. After 2 years, we both realized that things would always change, but our love for each other has not. He no longer hates broken rice I no longer hate financial modeling He's learned to cry more I've learned to cry less. We are no way clear of what our future holds - it's true - but we both hang on to a principle that helped us through our loneliest and hardest time: To always have each other in our life. No matter how far the distance or how long the time gap is, we would find ways to make the other feel like our routines are still the same daily. We updated everything to each other even the slightest silly things, we took care of each other's mother when the other was far away, and we always discussed our future together. I've shared with him every secret that I had, and he patiently tried to adapt to what I couldn't change. I used to avoid difficult conversations, but thanks to him, I've learned to share, deal with and find solutions for every obstacle. He taught me to be a stronger man, and I helped him to be kind and more empathetic. The first morning hello and the last goodnight kiss, we were there to give each other, through the distance. Here we are, at another milestone in our life. We are bewildered by the pressure we both hold against ourselves and the expectations for our future. There are a million what-ifs in our head - no doubts, and we have yet a singular answer to any of them. When will we settle down? What's the name of our first child? Are we good enough to give a shoulder when the future jobs turn rough? We have plans but also are ready to be distracted. We are here, now, after our 10th year together, a bit clueless and scared. I used to take the lead in our relationship, but I need him to do it together from now on. As long as we are bonded, I hope our love will find a way