We have been together for 4 months now, but we only spent one month in each others arms. One month that caused me to fall head over heels in love with you. You are my first boyfriend, my first real kiss, my first handholder, my first real boy that actually cared about me. When we first hung out, it was just after my 18th birthday and when the others ran ahead of us, you looked at me and said, “Tell me about yourself” and that was the beginning of what showed me how you were different. Those simple four words. Before hand, you had been dancing and showing off, and I was impressed and amazed by you. But those four little words are what pulled me in. I looked at the ground, slightly embarrassed and asked, “What is there to tell?” And you smiled at me, and I told you my favorite color and I can’t remember what else.
That night you took me on a ride of my life. I lost my keys, which were in my purse, and you had known that all along. But I didn’t believe you. I didn’t remember where they were at until, my best friend looked in my purse and pulled them out, then I realized, and remembered that they were there. I remembered putting them there. And I felt so ridiculous. Having embarrassed myself in front of you like that. Then we took my younger sister, her best friend, and your best friend out to the middle of nowhere, where we drove around all night long. You cried at the memory of your best friend who had died recently. You told stories about your friend and everything else. Then when I went home, you sent me a text, making sure I made it home safely.
The next night we hung out. Just me and you. We sat on the top of my car and talked. I told you how my first kiss was with a boy who only wanted sex, and then how he tried to get to my sister. I told you how I had never had a boyfriend, how I wasn’t the most popular in school, I told you how my first kiss was by some boy who just wanted sex, and how I believed in no sex until marriage. You told me how you were in popular in school, how you had played football. You were the prince, and I was the peasant on the streets. And yet, you took notice of me, and you were amazed, you didn’t believe me that I was unpopular and ignored at high school. It was just you and me, laying on the top of my car, talking at a park.I had work the next day and had to go home. I dropped you off then took the 30 minute drive home. That night you asked me out in a text, and I screamed in joy with my younger sister. Later on, you would tell me how you had a kid and was engaged and how you wanted to be there for him-her, and how the baby was something you wanted to support, but she, your ex fiance didn't want you in her or the babies life. In the end, she wasn't pregnant, or she was, or she had a miscarriage or it wasn't yours or something. Neither of us knew, because she was constantly changing her story.
The next few weeks flew by. My parents went from hating you to loving you. My dad threatened you, and you didn’t run away. You talked about drugs and how they were bad to my younger sister who wonders about things like that. Your parents loved me, your lil brother did. And even your younger sister who is picky and doesn’t like many people, she even loves me. My parents met yours, and they matched. Our parents so alike, in so many ways. My picky protective younger brother knew you and is glad we are together. I spent the last month of summer between hanging out with you and working. When you came over, you played with my youngest sister. My siblings loved you and they love having you around.
Wow, time has flown. Look at us now. You’re in training for the army. Working and sweating and learning how to shoot guns and how and what to do when you over in Afghanistan. And me, I’m going to college full time, taking a full load on, moved out and now planning to Au Pair in France for a year.
Right now, we write letters, and you call when you can, and sometimes, I miss your call because I am at work, or in class.
Right now, I am scared of losing you. I know you’ll be home for Christmas, but immediately afterwards you want to be sent out to war. You want to go to war, to defend this country. I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared you’ll die while your at war. I’m scared you’ll find another girl while at war, and you’ll remember me, but you won’t love me. I’m scared you’ll fall in love while the guns are being shot and the bombs are going off. I’m scared that the distance will be too much for us. I don’t want to dear john you, I promised you that, I promised myself that. I’m scared that I’ll go to France and will fall in love with someone else, even though I don’t want to. Even though all I want to do is be with you. I’m scared of losing you.
Long distance relationships are hard. Not many can make it. I've heard the stories. Even my Mom has said that they are, damn near impossible to do. She admits that my dad and her would be having a hard time dong what we are doing. I hope we can, because I’m scared of losing you. And, I dont want to lose you. You opened a world up to me.You proved that there are good men out there. And now, I am scared of losing you.
I submited this to Le Love. I changed some words, took some out, added some. But this is the basic story I sent her. And it is completely true. I thought I'd post it because I did submit to her, whether or not she posts it, I dunno. I just barely sent it to her today. But it is mine, and it's my story. Its how I feel about my boyfriend. And it is completely true.
That night you took me on a ride of my life. I lost my keys, which were in my purse, and you had known that all along. But I didn’t believe you. I didn’t remember where they were at until, my best friend looked in my purse and pulled them out, then I realized, and remembered that they were there. I remembered putting them there. And I felt so ridiculous. Having embarrassed myself in front of you like that. Then we took my younger sister, her best friend, and your best friend out to the middle of nowhere, where we drove around all night long. You cried at the memory of your best friend who had died recently. You told stories about your friend and everything else. Then when I went home, you sent me a text, making sure I made it home safely.
The next night we hung out. Just me and you. We sat on the top of my car and talked. I told you how my first kiss was with a boy who only wanted sex, and then how he tried to get to my sister. I told you how I had never had a boyfriend, how I wasn’t the most popular in school, I told you how my first kiss was by some boy who just wanted sex, and how I believed in no sex until marriage. You told me how you were in popular in school, how you had played football. You were the prince, and I was the peasant on the streets. And yet, you took notice of me, and you were amazed, you didn’t believe me that I was unpopular and ignored at high school. It was just you and me, laying on the top of my car, talking at a park.I had work the next day and had to go home. I dropped you off then took the 30 minute drive home. That night you asked me out in a text, and I screamed in joy with my younger sister. Later on, you would tell me how you had a kid and was engaged and how you wanted to be there for him-her, and how the baby was something you wanted to support, but she, your ex fiance didn't want you in her or the babies life. In the end, she wasn't pregnant, or she was, or she had a miscarriage or it wasn't yours or something. Neither of us knew, because she was constantly changing her story.
The next few weeks flew by. My parents went from hating you to loving you. My dad threatened you, and you didn’t run away. You talked about drugs and how they were bad to my younger sister who wonders about things like that. Your parents loved me, your lil brother did. And even your younger sister who is picky and doesn’t like many people, she even loves me. My parents met yours, and they matched. Our parents so alike, in so many ways. My picky protective younger brother knew you and is glad we are together. I spent the last month of summer between hanging out with you and working. When you came over, you played with my youngest sister. My siblings loved you and they love having you around.
Wow, time has flown. Look at us now. You’re in training for the army. Working and sweating and learning how to shoot guns and how and what to do when you over in Afghanistan. And me, I’m going to college full time, taking a full load on, moved out and now planning to Au Pair in France for a year.
Right now, we write letters, and you call when you can, and sometimes, I miss your call because I am at work, or in class.
Right now, I am scared of losing you. I know you’ll be home for Christmas, but immediately afterwards you want to be sent out to war. You want to go to war, to defend this country. I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared you’ll die while your at war. I’m scared you’ll find another girl while at war, and you’ll remember me, but you won’t love me. I’m scared you’ll fall in love while the guns are being shot and the bombs are going off. I’m scared that the distance will be too much for us. I don’t want to dear john you, I promised you that, I promised myself that. I’m scared that I’ll go to France and will fall in love with someone else, even though I don’t want to. Even though all I want to do is be with you. I’m scared of losing you.
Long distance relationships are hard. Not many can make it. I've heard the stories. Even my Mom has said that they are, damn near impossible to do. She admits that my dad and her would be having a hard time dong what we are doing. I hope we can, because I’m scared of losing you. And, I dont want to lose you. You opened a world up to me.You proved that there are good men out there. And now, I am scared of losing you.
I submited this to Le Love. I changed some words, took some out, added some. But this is the basic story I sent her. And it is completely true. I thought I'd post it because I did submit to her, whether or not she posts it, I dunno. I just barely sent it to her today. But it is mine, and it's my story. Its how I feel about my boyfriend. And it is completely true.
*hug*
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