No longer were we completely carefree, now we had responsibilities and less time for each other. Our idealistic all-powerful love was replaced by a worn, tired, frustrated thin line. Love is a hard concept to truly feel when you're staying up late and still have homework to talk to someone who is yelling at you for not talking to them more. It's easy to become angry when you don't hear the other person's voice. An easily forgivable fault that you wouldn't have even noticed becomes so much more when you're tired and can't really feel what the other person is saying.
Constructive criticism can be easily misunderstood, honest doubts seem like attacking statements.
Whenever we would talk on the phone, I would hear that amazing love and feel it again. I know now that life and love like that is impossible, but I thank him for giving me those months in which it was. I will always remember my little prince of my castle in the clouds. I love him for that, and I forever will.