missionary boyfriend

I really don't think people understand the mindset of a missionary girlfriend/boyfriend.

It is seriously one of the hardest internal battles I’ve ever fought.
Waiting for a missionary is the ultimate long distance relationship.
Letters and weekly emails are hoped for but not guaranteed. If you’re lucky, you get to hear their voice twice a year. If you’re lucky.
For some, it’s a constant worry because their loved one is on the other side of the world. For me, it’s the fact that I go to Salt Lake City where my missionary is serving every few months and I can’t see him. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be within miles of the love of your life and not be able to be in contact with them?
And then there are the waiter haters, the ones who feed you stats and stories about dear john/jane letters and the entire time you’re just like SHUT UP.
With most long distance relationships, people can say “I wish you were here” or “you should be with me”
We understand that they’re doing the right thing. They are doing exactly what they should be, so how dare we say “You should be here” when clearly, they aren’t supposed to be.
It’s is a constant war between selfishness and support. We miss them, but we don’t want them home because their work is not done yet.
Meanwhile, we have to show we’re still loyal without being too distracting, love them without getting a whole lot of love back, and hope that the packages full of candy and inside jokes still mean something to them.
For those (like me) who choose not to date other people while their missionary is gone, it’s a weird state of loneliness. For those who choose to date, it’s probably a constant comparison battle.
And the hard part is that the only people who understand what it’s like are other waiters.
But you know why we do it? We do it because we are in love with our missionary. We do it because we want to support them as they make one of the best decisions of their life. We do it because we don’t want to be with anyone else.
We do it because we are willing to spend two years crying, writing, and waiting in exchange for eternity.
And that’s what it’s like to be waiting for a missionary.