On October 1st, we had our fifth fight. It started with something small but quickly escalated. That day was his day off, and he had told me he’d be free in five minutes and that we would chat later. I waited for him for two hours, but he never got back to me. I started to worry, maybe something had happened to him, so I called him again and again, but he didn’t answer. When he finally responded through text, he was annoyed, and we ended up in a heated argument. Later, I found out that he had been with his friends and had lost track of time. That hurt because I’ve always told him how important communication is, especially in a long-distance relationship. When you're thousand of miles apart, the one day off he gets is the only day we have to spend time together, to truly connect. I wait the entire week for that one day. It has become our routine, our way of maintaining what little intimacy we can despite the distance. But it felt like, for him, that time wasn’t as significant as it w...