Suggest long distance

But you had to man up, right? You couldn't just let your little nerd boner dictate your life. So you called Sanya, your voice a wobbly mess of hope and despair. You tried to play it cool, like you hadn't just been slapped in the face with the realization that you'd be seeing her only on weekends and holidays. "Hey babe," you croaked, "What's the deal with this whole college situation?"

Sanya's voice was a siren's song, a symphony of sweetness that could make even the most stoic of men drop their pants. "I know, right?" she sighed, her voice thick with the same sadness that was gnawing at your insides. "It's going to be tough, but we can totally handle it. Long distance is like a test, and I know we're going to pass with flying colors."

You nodded, trying to convince yourself that this was the right move. That you weren't just about to watch your dream girl slip away into the arms of some Delhi douchebag with more game than a Tinder server on a Friday night. "Yeah," you murmured, "I just don't want to lose what we have."

Sanya's voice grew serious, the kind of serious that made your balls tighten and your dick take notice. "You won't," she said firmly. "I promise. You're mine, and I'm yours. No matter what happens, we're going to be together."