I can't believe how much my life has changed in the past six months. Or actually seven. Before I went to the USA for my exchange program (beginning of Feb. 2011) I had a lot of trouble with this boy I knew. He'd been together with his girlfriend for 2 years, and then broke up with her. The night he came to my house to tell me about that, he kissed me. It was my first kiss. I was in heaven. Not because I loved him, just because I was so insecure about myself and a boy finally paid attention to me. This was in October 2010. Suddenly, things started to change. He kept telling me he wasn't in love, and that we were just friends. ('Just friends' usually don't kiss, but whatever.) When I was in the USA, he sent me an email telling me he met this other girl and fell in love with her. I was broken, gave up every little bit of faith I had built up in the past months.
But then I met Dylan, in my exchange partners' math class. (He had just switched classes.) He kept asking me questions about my country, because he wanted to live there when he was older. The evening before I left, he sent me an email, telling me he would like to keep in touch with me. For him, it was love at first sight, but I was blinded by the fear and feelings from this terrible Dutch guy. This was seven months ago. Within one month, I fell in love with Dylan. He made me so much more comfortable with who I was, showed me that there were nice guys, too. Showed me that people could actually love me, that I wasn't ugly or stupid. Then, we started dating. And from refusing and denying every single compliment he gave me, I grew to actually like who I am now. I'm proud of myself, and I thank that to this crazy American boyfriend of mine.

Dylan: I love you. I always will. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me, I've never been happier in my entire life. You're my everything. Zoenmonster