Hi! We're Sean, from England, and Malle, from Denmark. We're around 500 miles (/800km) apart, but still are able to adore each other very much. We're here if you need any advice or help, just pop something in the ask box and we'll get back to you.
For thousands of years people have been travelling across the North Sea between our two countries. From when Cnut the Great took over most of England, trading between the nations lasting centuries, the North Sea has carried them between the two countries. The North Sea has been the route between Denmark and England for so long, but now it seems to be getting in the way. Splitting two people who mean the world to each other, becoming a barrier between the two places. The tumbling waves travelling from coast to coast preventing them from seeing each other and the two hearts becoming one. It’s now the sea that needs to be crossed, but cannot be done easily. Cannot be walked over, cannot be swam, or cannot be driven across only large, expensive transport can join us together in this modern age.
Malle is my everything, and although the sea keeps us physically apart, we will always be together in mind and in heart until the next time the sea can be conquered by us, and the distance is reduced from kilometres to centimetres and we’ll be able to be us. But until then the North Sea keeps us apart and I will forever hate it for that. For keeping me from being home.
I just don’t think it’s actually hit me yet that this time on Wednesday I’ll be out of this country and into Malle’s arms. It’s really weird. I’m excited and can’t wait, but it just doesn’t feel like it’s about to happen in my head. I don’t think I will realise until I’m actually with her, in her arms, holding her hand to the car. I think only then will I realise it’s happening and it’ll just be great.
I think it’s just the excitement of knowing that in just a few days we’ll be together in each others arms, and sitting in the car on the way to where we both feel home. It just makes me crave it more and more each day, for when I can hold your hand and walk with you down the street and just smile and we can both be happy. But it just feels like the days seem to get harder before they get better because of that excitement. I can’t wait for Wednesday when I can finally be back by your side.