This is my first blog post, so I thought I'd make it more of an intro to how my relationship began. Warning: This might get a little personal. Read on at your own risk.

My boyfriend lives in California, and I live in Sydney, AUS. We met online in November 2009 on a website called Stickam. He found my profile and saw me in my live show and joined in and started talking to me. He was cracking jokes and I found him quite entertaining, but one of the moderators in my live thought he was less than funny, and kicked him out of the room. I quickly sent him a message apologizing, telling him it was not me who kicked him as I was thoroughly enjoying having him there. He said it was okay, and told me to add him to MSN.

We talked almost everyday for about 3 months. Surprisingly, we hit it off pretty well and talked about a whole number of things. We were only friends at this point but he had let me know that he thought I was beautiful, and that he wished he had been the one to catch my eye.

Then he got a girlfriend, and I started a new job. Neither of us really found the time to talk to each other anymore. I had my heart broken by someone right when I started this new job, consequently, I became a hollow shell of myself. I was bitter and depressed, and drank a lot to numb the pain. The job was just a distraction. It didn't really help, because once I realised what I had done to myself, reality came crashing down upon me.

Around the same time, Christian and I had started talking on a regular basis again. He broke up with his girlfriend soon after and we became a lot closer. I stopped holding him away at arms length, and I stopped being afraid. I had been scared that if my heart were to break again, I would fall back into the same downward spiral. I was cautious, and weary, but I allowed the little seedlings that were my feelings for him to grow. And they grew, and grew, and grew.

Finally in December 2010, after a year of ridiculousness and wasted time, we decided that we wanted to do this. I had decided that what I felt for him was enough to want to meet him face to face. To finally touch him and hug him, and hear him with my own ears.

From this time, up until we first met in July of 2011, was tough. I often felt neglected for various reasons. I feared that I wasn't enough and that we would never meet each other, and that I was wasting my time and my emotions on him.

And then one day, we sat down and booked his tickets. I couldn't believe it was actually going to happen.

Meeting him confirmed that I hadn't been wasting my time at all. It was just the prelude to something so wonderful, more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. I had finally found someone who was perfect for ME, in every single way. He is more than I could have ever wanted. He has done more than I could have ever asked for. He conquered his fears to jump on that plane and fly more than 7000 miles to visit me and that makes so, so, so proud of him.

He stayed with me for 3 months. Those were the best 3 months of my life. Having him with me just feels so right. I know that this isn't just a "first love" like my mother tells me. This is the real deal. We've already been through so much together and there's no doubt in my mind that we won't make it.

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This year, 2012, is the year we are supposed to close the distance. He told me that he wants to be the one to move. I do want to visit his town and meet his family. Hopefully we can go back together. I want to travel the world with him by my side.