Entrance into my body is permitted with consent and willingness. I feel complete. Three weeks of no touching, no fucking, no contact except for text and zoom calls, today was much needed. Long-distance relationships, regardless of their structure or distance, are complex. I am learning to deal with it, but it still sucks. There are long days and weekends when we feel disconnected. We wonder if we are thinking about each other, missing each other, or fucking others. We have made our agreements and dealt with our situation as best as possible. The most challenging part is not showing others how we are feeling inside. The best part of a…