Love means being happy for him

The special man in my life has an interview with the company of his dreams next week.  He was so excited when he told me and I was genuinely excited for him.  I offered to help him prepare for the interview and have been scouring the internet to find questions this particular company typically asks its interviewees.  I hope the interview goes well and I hope he gets the job.  I really do.  But it's hard for me.

The company has offices in twenty cities in the United States and in other locations across the world.  It does not, however, have a single office in Virgina where we both currently reside.  The closest office is a three and a half hour drive from here (and that's on a good day with no traffic).  The next closest location is a six hour drive and the closest after that is an eight hour drive.  The rest aren't within driving distance.

The point I'm trying to make is that if he gets this job he'll be moving away.  I don't know what that would mean for us -- we haven't talked about it.  Just thinking about it makes me very anxious. 

But loving him means loving him for who he is, not for how he makes me feel or for whatever needs he fulfills for me.  Loving him means not clinging to him at all costs.  Loving him means allowing him to pursue his dreams and desires.

Maybe we'll decide that I should go with him if he has to move.  Or maybe he won't want to make that commitment. 

Loving him means being willing to let him go if I have to.  It's just hard.