A year ago, Eric asked me to be his girlfriend. After months of me doing everything possible to not like him, ignoring all signs of him liking me, and staying happily ignorant, it was official. He asked me the night after our very last day of high school. We had gone to school together for four years, gone to prom together, graduated together, and then spent the summer falling in love. That was the best summer of my life. We had so much fun and just enjoyed every day that we spent together.
We decided to try to make our relationship work long-distance when I left for school and somehow I was convinced that we would make it. I just figured that we loved each other too much not to. That was probably very naive of me, since plenty of people who love each other don’t make a long-distance relationship last, but I was just so hopeful that we could make it work.
I never thought I would be the girl who would go off to college with a boyfriend back home. But I did, and I couldn’t be happier about that. This year has been so hard. I had no idea that I could miss one person so much. But we texted and talked and video-chatted. There were nights were we would stay up until 2 am just laughing and joking with each other. Some of my favorite memories of my first year at school have been ones of him coming to visit me. We have had so much fun together on those weekend visits and they have made all the tears and missing each other worth it.
This relationship has taught me so much about myself – what I am capable of, what my strengths and weaknesses are. I never thought I could love someone this much. Or want to spend every second of every day with someone and never get sick of him. We have gone through so much together over this last year and I think about how lucky I am every single day. I love this boy. So much.