The Best Two Years of My Life


Sure, they’ve had plenty of ups and an abundance of downs, but I wouldn’t have traded any minute of these past two years I’ve spent calling myself your girlfriend. So, here’s to us my dear, HAPPY TWO-YEAR ANNIVERSARY!

Two whole freaking years! Here’s to many more with you, onward to 4, and 10 and 30, and 50 years loving you! We have so much in store and I am beyond excited to see how our path unfolds.

So, what’s been happening lately. Let’s see. Well, we just finished up our 7th trip. You went home last Saturday, January 18th, after 11 perfect days together. We had so much fun. We went away and spent a night in a hotel a few hours away and visited a museum the next day. We went to two movies and countless lunches and dinners being piggies and going out to eat hehe. Mostly though, we spent it wrapped up in each others arms, my favorite pastime.

Honestly, I probably wouldn’t be writing this if it wasn’t for this trip.

A long time from now, we will laugh about this and remember it more positively than I do right now, but unfortunately, we broke up for a little while. In December the distance finally hit me hard and I started to question whether all of this was worth it. Other people had expressed interest in me and the prospect of having someone close just made me crack, I guess. We were on the verge of being done forever, and I’ll always see it as a low point for us. It was never your idea, and I feel like such a fool. I’m embarrassed that I acted on what I thought were feelings for other people, when in fact, they were just feelings of loneliness. I went out a few times with two other guys and quickly realized a big factor. They weren’t you, my babe. They didn’t hold my heart or even know what to do with it. They had never seen the inside me and end up loving me more for it. They would never just know when I was sad, like you did, and stroke my hand without us even exchanging a single word. They weren’t, aren’t, and will never be you. I just needed the reassurance, I guess, and for getting it, I am grateful, because after we rebuild our relationship during this past trip, I realized something.

I haven’t felt this much love for you since the first trip we had together, when you came to see me for Labor Day. Remember that trip? Just laughing and giggling and kissing and wrapping our arms around each other while we swam in the lake? Remember how upset we both were when you had to go? This trip revived how strongly I felt for you then. Nothing felt obligatory anymore, and I realized I am absolutely 100% in love with every part of you, and always will be. So, this is the last time I will say it, I promise, but I’m sorry. Sorry for doubting us babe. Thank you for helping me to believe in us again.

I’ve always wanted to write my worries about having a long-distance relationship, because in my head, they just seem irrational. I’m scared something will happen to you and I won’t be there. I’m scared we are wasting precious time apart, because life goes so fast. I’m worried that once we actually are able to be close to each other, it won’t be what we envisioned, and we’ll hate it.

Okay, that last one is really irrational to me, because I love you, and love when you start to become part of my every day, before you or I leave again.

Speaking of that, let me write about our “plans” right now so in the future we can read this and laugh about how nothing went how we envisioned. Well, you are on your third semester of Firefighting undergraduate coursework, and I’m waiting to start my 2-year nursing school in August. When you graduate in another year, you are thinking of moving here to be with me until I graduate and complete some experience in an acute-care setting. Then I want to join a travel nurse agency and take you with me wherever I go.

Our next trip is still in the planning stages, but we’re thinking about me coming to see you for spring break and my 21st birthday. March 28th-April 6th. It’s one of our more sooner waits, less than 3 months! I’m so excited!


Do you know what was a hugely sobering moment for me? It may seem weird or miniscule, but we were cuddling in bed watching a movie and eating Italian ices in our PJ’s and I saw your manly, hairy leg sticking out of the blanket, and I just thought, ‘Wow. We are really grown up. I really love this man and can’t wait until this is our reality. I want him to be my husband and I want to have him be my best friend for life. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share this comfy downtime or any other experience with. I love him. I love him more than anything in my entire life.’ the feeling that accompanied those words is indescribable. I want you forever. Forever and always, my dear.

So that’s it I guess. This is just a piece of the puzzle that is our real life, and our maze is never ending. Happy two years my dear, I love you to infinity and beyond.

I can’t wait to kiss your handsome face again.


Love always and all ways,





Time has just flown, hasn’t it? It has rushed past since my last note, since the last time I saw you, and since I saw your handsome face waiting to greet me that fateful January afternoon.
We reveled in the fact that it will soon be two years we have been madly in love with each other, despite only having been in physical contact seven times. I am convinced, though, that I have loved you for a thousand years. Our love feels old. Not in a bad way, but in the way an old book makes you feel or how when you look at a baby, you can tell their past life was just…wonderful. Maybe I just sound crazy, but I just simply cannot remember my life without you. I don’t think I want to. It feels like you’ve been a part of me forever.

So, right now we’re counting down the days again. It seems like the only way to ease the pain of saying goodbye last time is to plan another trip to see each other again. Currently, its down to 52 days. I’ll be able to wrap my arms around you again on January 7th 2014 until January 18th. Three days before our two-year anniversary. Who the heck did that horrible planning? Oh, right. It was me. *sigh*

When will we never have to say goodbye again? You always tell me its in the plan, baby, don’t worry. I love this “plan” of ours, mostly because plans don’t ever go according to how we planned them. It means to me that we are still holding on to a sliver of hope somewhere, but are accepting the reality of spontaneity together. Our “plan” is just us saying that wherever life’s road goes, I want to wander it blissfully with you.

I know in my heart I will marry you. This seems like a wild idea but whenever I envision my future, its a given that you’re always the one I’m spending it with. I want you you to be the first thing I see when I wake up and I want you to be the one I reach for in the dark. You’re the one I love. It’s the only thing keeping me going sometimes. Just remember, the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell, and we’ll be stronger as a result of this distance, even though it is hugely unwanted.

I also know that one day, we’re going to read this together and laugh over the memories, and that warms my heart. Remember the time we went to Santa Cruz and couldn’t find a place to pee anywhere? When we also saw that wedding on the beach, and we kissed when they kissed? Do you recall that time I begged you to watch P.S. I Love You with me, only to fall asleep ten minutes in, leaving you to finish it by yourself? Do you remember that we spent each trip’s eve fighting and I tearfully told you not to come every time? I’m glad you didn’t listen. Remember how every time we talk heatedly about a subject  we’re both passionate about (whether we agree or disagree, that is), we interrupt and talk over each other, making both of us frustrated? Ah the classics of a relationship fueled by the telephone.

We’re a perfect mess of imperfection, but I love you with my whole heart.

I think it was Dr. Seuss who said “We are all a little weird and life is  a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

I promise I’ll write to you soon. Until next time my dear.

Love always and all ways,