The Best Two Years of My Life

Beeb,

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,

❤

 

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.