Introductions are always the hardest... >.<
Well, I guess to begin I should say Hello!
My name is Ashley, but when I'm online, I prefer to be called Skye. I'm 22 years old, and my fiance(age 24, turning 25 at the end of June) and I have been together for six years; me in the USA and him in the UK. We were engaged in December of 2013. I know, it seems like an awful long time for us to be so young...but if 4,000 miles couldn't keep us from bonding, don't know what could.
We met when I had just turned 13 through mutual nerdiness. Both of us were gamers trying to make friends on a forum...but neither of us expected to find a best friend in someone we didn't even know. We talked pretty openly in topics for a while before he sent me the first private message; and from then on, the first place I would go after school was to my computer. We would talk via messages for hours on end, and I would be utterly electrified when he would message me first. Before I knew it, two years had flown by, and he had become a part of my life I simply couldn't imagine myself without. It wasn't hard to tell that I had developed a landslide of crush on him; my mother had gotten used to me spending all of my time on a website she barely knew anything about, and getting so excited when I would hear a chime though the speakers from my messenger. She had even gone as far as to buy me a microphone and a webcam when I asked so I could finally talk to this boy who had me so smitten even though she still wasn't entirely sure she approved of me having such a friend.
When I first heard his voice, it was like my body began to buzz. I remember the feeling so well...I feel it daily even now when he speaks to me. So we got used to being able to speak to each other instead of wearing out our keyboards typing. One day, he dropped a bomb on me I didn't expect.
He told me that after two years of friendship, that he could come see me if I wanted.
I had to mute my microphone and scream into a pillow I was so excited. Of course, my mother came running as soon as she heard my sound of joy, and right then I had to explain to her what had made me so happy so suddenly...and then came to obstacle of getting permission. It took about a week, but eventually she relented; and one of the conditions of gaining her permission was she needed to see a picture of him. And it was then, I'd realized for myself that I'd never seen a picture of him myself...I was crushing on a person I had never even seen before, and I began to feel a slight sense of dread. But, when it came to asking for the photographic proof, he was more than happy to come forward with three photographs. I looked at them with wonder, my mother examined them with great scrutiny, and then finally gave her approval and permission for him to stay with us while he visited.
And then there I was, just months passed 15, and standing in an airport terminal to meet the boy I had loved before I even knew his face...and I was relieved to see his tell-tale army green rucksack come bouncing off a prop jet and walk across the tarmac to the gate.
A visit that started innocent changed both of our lives forever, and six months after he returned to his home in England, he asked me if I wanted him to be more than a friend. I hastily accepted, not being able to shake the feeling of his fingers laced through mine...and the rest is history.
We are in the process of trying to close the distance now so we can finally marry...and I can only hope our time will come quickly.
Thank you all for taking the time to read this far, I know I'm long winded. I'm more than certain I'll find great friends and guidance here among peers! <3
My name is Ashley, but when I'm online, I prefer to be called Skye. I'm 22 years old, and my fiance(age 24, turning 25 at the end of June) and I have been together for six years; me in the USA and him in the UK. We were engaged in December of 2013. I know, it seems like an awful long time for us to be so young...but if 4,000 miles couldn't keep us from bonding, don't know what could.
We met when I had just turned 13 through mutual nerdiness. Both of us were gamers trying to make friends on a forum...but neither of us expected to find a best friend in someone we didn't even know. We talked pretty openly in topics for a while before he sent me the first private message; and from then on, the first place I would go after school was to my computer. We would talk via messages for hours on end, and I would be utterly electrified when he would message me first. Before I knew it, two years had flown by, and he had become a part of my life I simply couldn't imagine myself without. It wasn't hard to tell that I had developed a landslide of crush on him; my mother had gotten used to me spending all of my time on a website she barely knew anything about, and getting so excited when I would hear a chime though the speakers from my messenger. She had even gone as far as to buy me a microphone and a webcam when I asked so I could finally talk to this boy who had me so smitten even though she still wasn't entirely sure she approved of me having such a friend.
When I first heard his voice, it was like my body began to buzz. I remember the feeling so well...I feel it daily even now when he speaks to me. So we got used to being able to speak to each other instead of wearing out our keyboards typing. One day, he dropped a bomb on me I didn't expect.
He told me that after two years of friendship, that he could come see me if I wanted.
I had to mute my microphone and scream into a pillow I was so excited. Of course, my mother came running as soon as she heard my sound of joy, and right then I had to explain to her what had made me so happy so suddenly...and then came to obstacle of getting permission. It took about a week, but eventually she relented; and one of the conditions of gaining her permission was she needed to see a picture of him. And it was then, I'd realized for myself that I'd never seen a picture of him myself...I was crushing on a person I had never even seen before, and I began to feel a slight sense of dread. But, when it came to asking for the photographic proof, he was more than happy to come forward with three photographs. I looked at them with wonder, my mother examined them with great scrutiny, and then finally gave her approval and permission for him to stay with us while he visited.
And then there I was, just months passed 15, and standing in an airport terminal to meet the boy I had loved before I even knew his face...and I was relieved to see his tell-tale army green rucksack come bouncing off a prop jet and walk across the tarmac to the gate.
A visit that started innocent changed both of our lives forever, and six months after he returned to his home in England, he asked me if I wanted him to be more than a friend. I hastily accepted, not being able to shake the feeling of his fingers laced through mine...and the rest is history.
We are in the process of trying to close the distance now so we can finally marry...and I can only hope our time will come quickly.
Thank you all for taking the time to read this far, I know I'm long winded. I'm more than certain I'll find great friends and guidance here among peers! <3
Welcome here, and best wishes for all your plans for the future
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