No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him or talking about him. I didn't mean to do it, but I talked about my new friend so much that my boyfriend would snap at me any time I mentioned the other guy's name. And by the end of the summer, as I was packing up my room for the move to Michigan (for college), my boyfriend came out and said it, "I don't think this is going to work." It hurt, but I secretly agreed with him. We were in no place to continue a relationship from a distance and the fact that I had another man on my mind didn't really help the situation. So we broke up.
About a month went by and over Labor Day weekend I traveled home to see a few friends. As I was hanging out at a friend's house, I got a text from my secret crush. He said he was in town and wanted to spend time with me. Less than 20 minutes later he showed up at my friend's house, I ran out to kiss him, he hugged me so tight I thought I'd suffocate, and he said he'd meet up with me the next day. Needless to say, I was on Cloud 9 the rest of the night.
As he promised, we met up the next day with a friend of mine and her boyfriend (double date!). He got along so well with my friends, it was charming. We all had a great time and didn't want the night to end, but a few of us had work the next morning, so we decided to be responsible adults and head home. Once again, I fell asleep with a smile plastered on my face as I thought of this incredible new man in my life. But things would very soon change.
After he went back to D.C. at the end of the weekend, he asked me if I'd like to be his girlfriend and make our relationship "official." I, as indecisive as I am, told him that I wanted to, but that long-distance freaked me out and that I wanted to get to know him better before I made any kind of commitment. He understood and we spent the next few months chatting on Skype, texting, and calling each other as we fell more and more in love. We had so much in common, but were also extremely different. He had this way of making me want to glue my cell phone to my ear so we would never have to hang up (and he still does). I'd never fallen for anyone as hard as I'd fallen for him and I couldn't wait to see him again, so when he told me he was coming home for Christmas, we agreed to spend as much time together as possible.
That Christmas Day, after getting my wisdom teeth pulled the morning before, I met him at Potbelly's (best sandwiches ever). When I walked over to the booth where he was waiting, I noticed my Christmas present sitting next to him with a big, shiny, red bow. It was one of his dad's gorgeous paintings. One I'd been admiring for months since he first told me his dad was an artist.
The painting Josh gave me for our first Christmas together.
Original work by John Nixdorf.
He stood up, gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and told me I looked beautiful (even though my cheeks were swollen and I was wearing no makeup). He bought me soup and
we he talked about how much he missed me and how great it was that we were able to see each other again. I wish I could have smiled and said how much I missed him too, but I'm sure he felt it in the way I was holding his hand the whole time we sat in the quiet little sandwich shop. That day, we made our relationship "official" and I can't help but thank God for him when I remember the circumstances.
From that day forward, we've spent thousands of dollars on plane tickets and hotels so that we can see each other. We even changed each of our phone plans so we can talk for free. And once a week we make it a point to have a Skype "date." Through our time together we've gotten to know each other, fallen in love, and deemed ourselves "best friends." I can't imagine my life without this man and I hope that someday, somehow I can be as wonderful to him as he is to me.