awwww....this is so lovely! im almost in tears already and i doubt i can match the previous two stories, but we will see what i can do-
I met my DF at club night at our university that I went to by myself. There wern't many people there and I felt uncomfortable being by myself, so I saw him sitting there and went and sat near him and asked him for a light. I had been in England for a week, which was a hard and stressful week full of tears and lonliness, but I was starting to gain some confidence in trying to make friends. We struck up a conversation and he was there with a female flatmate of his and the three of us talked and danced and drank until they threw us out and we went back to their flat. We had what I thought would be a one night stand, but obviously it didnt work out like that
We hard a rough start - he was younger than me and I didn't want to rush into a relationship with the first guy I met in England. I imagined myself with some older, sophisticated and well-travel guy, not a young, northern guy who liked heavy metal music, wears the same clothes he bought when he was 16, and had never been on a plane. We struggled at first, he wanted a relationship and I wanted it to remain casual, but the physical and mental attraction remained strong. I would try to pull away, but wouldn't be able to go far before I was attracted back. We first fell in love on a day trip to London about six weeks after we met and we went to art galleries and kissed while we waited on tube platforms. Since I was unsure about the relationship I did not want any public displays of affection - this was the first time we kissed in public.
The second time we fell in love was on a weekend holiday in Amsterdam about a month later. We had an "off" time of about a week until we went away together for the weekend. Just after this holiday, he went home to Yorkshire for a month and I missed him miserably. We had cute conversations on the phone and I longed for the day that he would return to Colchester.
When he got back we got serious and became "official" - this January and three months after we met. Everything progressed along nicely, until he went home again for another month in April - I had three long essays to write in that month when he was away and i busted my butt to get them done so I could go up and visit him at home for a long weekend. We had a lovely weekend and spent a lot of time with his family and got a peak into his life at home and how he grew up. We fell in love all over again and I cried as the train I got on pulled away from the platform and we waved to each other until we were out of view.
The summer was amazing, it felt like we were more in love with every day that passed. We couldn't keep our hands off each other and always had to be holding hands or with an arm around the shoulder. Just looking at him would make me smile uncontrolably. I would miss him when he would go to work for 6 hours. When I would meet him at the bus station after work and I would see him walking up the road a big smile would break onto my face and it was like we were seeing each other after having been apart for a week, but it was only 5 or 6 hours. Except for when he was at work, we were inseperable and every day was amazing.
The summer turned into fall and we talked about what would happen when it came time for me to finish my MA and go home to America. A small family crisis evolved at home and we got on a train and went up to Yorkshire. It was amazing to me that during these times of intimate family troubles that my presence was not only welcomed, but seemed to be greatly appreciated. I have never been a involved in such intimate family moments with someone elses family and I have never felt so close and welcomed into someone else's family. I wanted nothing more than to be able to be there and supportive to my sweetheart and his family and so I knew this would be longlasting.
The time came for me to leave the country. My dissertation was finished, I had to leave my housing, my visa was up in a month, i had exhausted my student loan and savings, and my sister was having a baby. We pledged that we would stay together despite the distance, though we had no idea what to expect would happen. The options in my mind were that we would give it a good try and find the distance to be too hard, or that we would make it work, he would finish his degree in two years and move to America, where we would get married. At the airport we hard a terribly tearful goodbye and I could not stop crying on the plane. I felt like I had left a big part of me in London.
Being apart was hard. we would talk on the phone every day for about an hour, but it never seemed like enough. We both felt like we were in total heartbreak to be apart and sometimes he would get very emotional and break down and tearfully ask why i had ever left england and would i please please please come back. we worked through it and i knew i couldn't. i didn't have any money and i didn't have a visa.
He came to visit me for two weeks here in Florida over the New Year - we both wondered what it would be like to be together again. It only took hours for it to feel just like it did the summer before - we were madly in love and felt so comfortable together. At the airport we held onto each other until the last minute.
We started talking about me visiting england in March. I was madly appying for jobs in New York and intended to move to New York to start my career in February. I applied to 45 jobs and got one interview and was hanging on to the idea of the job and was devastated when I found out I didn't get it. I began to seriously reevaluate my life and my purpose and my goals and realized that there would be no point in me moving to New York to do random temp work when I could go and do the same thing in London and be with the love of my life and sublimely happy in London. I realized that I am so young and that I don't want to have any regrets in my life, especially not the regret of losing an amazing love. I realized something important for me: my career is not the only thing that defines me as a person, what is important is my hapiness and my love makes me happier than anything in the world. This realization was a defining moment in my life and in our relationship.
Within the week we decided I would move to London and we would get married and we would do it as soon as possible. Here I am a month later with my fiancee visa, a one-way ticket, and plans for a wedding on the first of May. I never would have thought in a million years that six short months after I left england i would be returning, and though there have been overwhelming moments, I don't have any second thoughts. In three short weeks we will be starting a new and amazing life together.
I know because never before has someone made me smile uncontrollably when I look at him, or just look at a picture of us; because without him my life feels dull and uninspired - it is the difference between living in black and white and living in color; because he is one of a few people in the world who i feels like really knows me and understands me; because i know we can face harship together and make it through and support each other; because we are young and have so much growing to do and we want to do it *together*; because i feel fulfilled by this relationship in every possible way imaginable, i could never imagine being in a better relationship - this is it; because we have amazing communication and i know that if there is ever trouble between us we can talk openly and honestly about even uncomfortable topics; and because for once in my life i am willing to give up everything that is familier to me to go and be with him and start a new amazing life that is no longer just about me, but about us.