The Beginning

June 12th, 2010

The day I met you.

“I’ve seen your pictures, you’re not my type.” you boldly told me, a few weeks later.

“Are you calling me ugly?” was how I responded, followed by tears.

Unbeknownst to us, we had launched something bigger than either of us could have imagined.

Two and a half years later, I sit here and write this, listening to you mumble in your sleep. You’ve dozed off, as one of us usually does, and I hear you breathing into the phone. A gust of wind blasting into my ear.  At times like these, I know I love you. You’re innocent, vulnerable, and I wish more than anything that I could kiss your forehead and pull the blanket up to your chin. That’s the difficult part.  We’re so close, but yet we’re always so far away, too far to reach out and touch. Phones, instant messaging and video chatting can only go so far.

As of today, January 4th, 2013, I have been with you 4 times, since first meeting you a year ago on January 21st, 2012. We have spent a total of two weeks combined together, and three holidays. There is an average 107 days between each of our visits. Combined, we’ve spent 55 hours traveling to see each other, and currently, we live 1.5 hours apart, by plane.

It’s needless to say how much you mean to me. Even though we go through dry spells (the phone gets hard to bear), have our shares of discontent, and even an occasional fight (why won’t you talk more?!), I can’t live without you. You are my oxygen, my heart, my  other half. This isn’t some kind of puppy love either. I can’t inhale without you. Believe me, I’m not the type of ohmygodlovemeorI’lldie either.

So, this is my journal for you.

To share our trials and tribulations, to give advice, to rant and rave to someone else. To pour my heart into pages of something that one day I {maybe} will let you read.  If you behave.

Love always and all ways,

Me

P.S. I’m glad I’m now referred to as “the most beautiful girl in the world.” We’ve come a long way.

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