When my boyfriend, Ulysses, moved around 900 miles away from me, a friend of mine joked saying I should learn how to weave and change my name to Penelope. I was feeling down but this comment made my inner geek laugh a lot :P
We were introduced by friends. I like drawing, painting and all of that arty stuff, and he loves it as well (he's an art student after all). Our friends decided we should meet at some point to share sketchbooks and portfolios...or that's the excuse they used. I was later told they just knew we would like each other. So the meeting happened and we barely exchanged any words. I handed him my sketchbook and portfolio and he sat quietly watching every drawing carefully...I've never seen someone stare at one drawing of mine for so long. I was a little intimidated even because I did not know why could he stare at them for so long. So we talked just for a while and then I had to run to my courses.
Weeks passed and I did not appear again in that spot where we met, until for some reason I went back and there he was again. This time we talked and talked about many things... from old films to medieval torture methods and simply funny experiences. Then I ran to my courses again...but later on I met with a friend of mine who had her sociology class with Ulysses and she said she had something for me. She handed me a letter from him. It said that he had found me really interesting and that he had never been this interested in someone. He begged me not to get creeped by this letter and asked me if I would allow him to know me better. I don't know why but I just went back, and I did for several weeks in a row, talking to him every morning before classes. We became friends really really fast because we understood things about each other that just nobody else did. People have described us by saying we "speak the same strange language".
At that moment I was dating two other guys and I had said I would not start dating a third one, but when he asked me for it, I just could not refuse. I began dating him...and began to feel guilty for it, because he looked so honest and I was dating more guys. So I told him...and he said he had known since the beginning, but that he liked me a lot so he was not going to stop trying until I chose someone...and that he was going to do his best to be the one I chose.
...and I ended up choosing him. We were not a close distance relationship for long because he soon had to leave because of his studies and economic matters. I was still undecided if it was worth it, but I felt so good with him that I decided I would give it a try. I'm one to think that is better to lose, than never had tried, and so we tried. This was ten months ago already and I feel very happy, in spite of the distance.
I hope our relationship will continue to grow and I believe it will!
We were introduced by friends. I like drawing, painting and all of that arty stuff, and he loves it as well (he's an art student after all). Our friends decided we should meet at some point to share sketchbooks and portfolios...or that's the excuse they used. I was later told they just knew we would like each other. So the meeting happened and we barely exchanged any words. I handed him my sketchbook and portfolio and he sat quietly watching every drawing carefully...I've never seen someone stare at one drawing of mine for so long. I was a little intimidated even because I did not know why could he stare at them for so long. So we talked just for a while and then I had to run to my courses.
Weeks passed and I did not appear again in that spot where we met, until for some reason I went back and there he was again. This time we talked and talked about many things... from old films to medieval torture methods and simply funny experiences. Then I ran to my courses again...but later on I met with a friend of mine who had her sociology class with Ulysses and she said she had something for me. She handed me a letter from him. It said that he had found me really interesting and that he had never been this interested in someone. He begged me not to get creeped by this letter and asked me if I would allow him to know me better. I don't know why but I just went back, and I did for several weeks in a row, talking to him every morning before classes. We became friends really really fast because we understood things about each other that just nobody else did. People have described us by saying we "speak the same strange language".
At that moment I was dating two other guys and I had said I would not start dating a third one, but when he asked me for it, I just could not refuse. I began dating him...and began to feel guilty for it, because he looked so honest and I was dating more guys. So I told him...and he said he had known since the beginning, but that he liked me a lot so he was not going to stop trying until I chose someone...and that he was going to do his best to be the one I chose.
...and I ended up choosing him. We were not a close distance relationship for long because he soon had to leave because of his studies and economic matters. I was still undecided if it was worth it, but I felt so good with him that I decided I would give it a try. I'm one to think that is better to lose, than never had tried, and so we tried. This was ten months ago already and I feel very happy, in spite of the distance.
I hope our relationship will continue to grow and I believe it will!