Here's some background:
We met at the end of 2010, beginning of 2011 through a mutual friend that I met on a roleplaying site. He's older than me, and I was just a kid then (in some opinions I still am), so it was a completely platonic relationship. We became fast friends and I considered him to be my BEST friend. In June 2014 feelings changed for both of us, and he admitted that he was in love with me. At that time I was still 17, so under the international legal age-line, or whatever you want to call it, so we didn't become "official" until much later, although we continued to talk more freely.
Once I turned 18 he finally built up the courage to ask me out, and of course I said yes.
We're up to November 2014 now.
I live about ten minutes away from the Houlton, Maine border, and he lives about an hour away from Boston. Including traffic it's about a seven-nine hour drive, which I FINALLY MADE on Friday May 15.
We were awkward at first, but easily fell into a routine. I stayed with him, met his parents and his sister, and oh my god. It was the best thing I've ever done. (And apparently his parents like me because they've asked him when I'm coming back.)
It was.. I can't describe it. He was perfect and we were amazing and now I just want to close the gap and move there. I left in the afternoon on May 18, and got home that night.
On the way home I bawled almost the entire time, got home, got on Skype with him, and started crying. I put his shirt on (that I stole and am now reluctant to wash) because it smells like him and I just cried more.
Distance was so much easier when I didn't know what it was like to be WITH him, like I do now.
But all in all, I love him, I had an amazing trip, ate waaaay too much food, and I can't wait to go back.
We met at the end of 2010, beginning of 2011 through a mutual friend that I met on a roleplaying site. He's older than me, and I was just a kid then (in some opinions I still am), so it was a completely platonic relationship. We became fast friends and I considered him to be my BEST friend. In June 2014 feelings changed for both of us, and he admitted that he was in love with me. At that time I was still 17, so under the international legal age-line, or whatever you want to call it, so we didn't become "official" until much later, although we continued to talk more freely.
Once I turned 18 he finally built up the courage to ask me out, and of course I said yes.
We're up to November 2014 now. I live about ten minutes away from the Houlton, Maine border, and he lives about an hour away from Boston. Including traffic it's about a seven-nine hour drive, which I FINALLY MADE on Friday May 15.
We were awkward at first, but easily fell into a routine. I stayed with him, met his parents and his sister, and oh my god. It was the best thing I've ever done. (And apparently his parents like me because they've asked him when I'm coming back.)
It was.. I can't describe it. He was perfect and we were amazing and now I just want to close the gap and move there. I left in the afternoon on May 18, and got home that night.
On the way home I bawled almost the entire time, got home, got on Skype with him, and started crying. I put his shirt on (that I stole and am now reluctant to wash) because it smells like him and I just cried more.
Distance was so much easier when I didn't know what it was like to be WITH him, like I do now.
But all in all, I love him, I had an amazing trip, ate waaaay too much food, and I can't wait to go back.
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