We were going to get back together when he got to Texas… Needless to say, that didn’t happen. My mother took away all communication to him yet again. I guess I shouldn’t really go into a lot of details… We broke up and got back together 7 more times before I finally got to see his beautiful blue eyes in person, August of 2008. (Against my mother’s will, actually. She didn’t know he visited. She didn’t even know I was in communication with him!) The break-ups were all initiated by me. You know, the stereotypical young girl who didn’t know what she wanted and couldn’t make up her mind. I was a terrible person. I came up with every excuse I could to make sense of us not being together, because that’s what I was surrounded by. People saying we couldn’t be together.
What happened when I finally saw him in 2008? Nothing. We spent the best weekend ever together… But we weren’t together. He desperately wanted to be… I really wanted to be… but I was trying to please everyone but myself. You know, the first time I saw him, I felt my heart beat for the first time? He has the most amazing blue eyes, and had the cutest long, curly blonde hair. But, I was a dummy and didn’t maul him right then. Instead, I was timid. I wasn’t supposed to be there, regardless of what my heart was telling me.
The weekend came and went… I ignored it. After that, we got together and broke up another time. Again, initiated by me. I’m a terrible person, aren’t I? I was blind-sided by someone who wasn’t worth it. Oh, but this is where it starts getting good. We started talking a lot from April-May of 2009, but we didn’t get back together because I was really scared. Every time we got back together, something happened and I was convinced I had to end it… I didn’t want to ruin this. I had to take it really, really slow. But…
June 23rd, 2009. I saw those beautiful blue eyes again. With my mother’s permission. He came to visit me for two whole weeks! He was in my house!! We shared our first kiss that day. I remember it like it was yesterday… After the next few days, I had decided. I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend again. I had to; I couldn’t go on without him. This time was different than the other times, I just knew it!! On the night of July 2nd, (Really, early morning of July 3rd.) we were on the phone. He was still in town, and we were excited to see each other the next day. He started getting really upset, and started crying because we weren’t a couple. Previously that night, I had decided I was going to ask him to go out the next day… but I knew it had to be then. So I asked him if he wanted to be my boyfriend again. I told him I was going to ask him when we were together, but now seemed like the perfect time… Guess what he said?
The next day was perfect. We shared our first kiss as a couple, and the rest of the visit was amazing. When he left on July 7th, I felt terrible. I felt as though my heart was being slammed against a wall. We probably weren’t going to be able to see each other again for a very long time… But we had these memories.
The next few months were tough. He was afraid I was going to break up with him again, though my numerous promises that I wasn’t going to and it that was different this time. Well, 7 months passed by and we decided enough was enough. To hell with my mom, we had to see each other again! He came for another secret visit on Valentine’s Day weekend of 2010. We stayed in a hotel, and were attached at the hip the entire visit. It was amazing. Guess what he did that first night in the hotel room? I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, he was standing there holding out a gorgeous diamond ring. I smiled really big and asked, “You aren’t gonna get down on one knee?” He laughed and got down on his knee and purposed. Want to know what I said…?
This is where it starts really getting better! Because we had been together for so long, my Dad was convinced that we were the real deal, and I was able to convince him that he needed to meet my boyfriend’s parents! In March of 2010, my Dad drove me down to Florida! We spent 5 amazing days together. I got to walk on the beach with him, meet his family, his friends, and see his world! My Dad loved him, too! :D
In the summer, he tried to move here again… but it didn’t work out financially. But he was in Texas from June 23rd - September 4th. We got to see each other almost every day… He was staying at a friend’s house that was an hour drive away. I had my license by then, though, so I made the drive as often as I could! I even got to stay the night with him a few times!
When he left, I cried the hardest I had in a long time… We knew that we could make it work, the distance. We had before, and we were so strong! We had been dating for over a year at that point. We were stronger than anything!
And we are. He spent a week here for Christmas 2010. I spent 10 days there, March 2011. He got to come down for my high-school graduation June 2011, spent a week here, and I went with him back to Florida for a month! Recently, I gave him a surprise visit! October 28-31. He was so surprise! <3 I visited him for Christmas and New Year’s. (From December 16 - January 12) A few friends and I went on a road trip down there March 9-18. I went down there for a month in July (June 26 - July 26).
And now the distance is no more. Since December 26, 2012, we’ve been in a close distance relationship. Since January 3, 2013, we’ve been living together. We beat the distance. If anything else, we’re proof that long distance works!
Long distance is hard. We have to deal with the fact that his computer is broken so we can’t get on Skype. We have to deal with his shitty phone service, so we can’t talk on the phone as often as we’d like. I have to deal with the fact that he’s an adult, living on his own, fully supporting himself so he can’t afford to go out and get better things. I have to understand that he can make his own decisions. We have to understand that if we’re going to be in a long-lasting relationship, we have to start thinking of our future. We have to be understanding when visits change. When they don’t happen. We need to be mature. We have to deal with texting as our main source of communication, and we have to actually communicate. It’s so hard, but it’s so worth it at the same time. We appreciate each other more, and I feel that we love each other more because of the distance. We don’t take our time together for granted. What we share is real, honest-to-god love. It’s the real shit. And no matter what challenges are thrown our way, we’re going to fight for that shit. Because we are infinite.