To put it simply. I am in love. Yes, head-over-heels in love. The only issue is that he lives too far away, and he cannot handle the distance.
Here is the rundown of our relationship: So in March of 2013, I met him. (On the internet) “But Deja, weren’t you afraid he wasn’t who he said he was?” The answer to that is ‘No’, because I was young and naive so I just believed it was him from the jump. And turned out I was right, he was who he claimed to be. Anyway, in the beginning of our flirting and talking he was living in Fredricksburg, Virginia while I was in Forest, Virginia. He was sixteen going on seventeen, and I was fourteen and seven months old. I became attached very quick. His personality was fun and lively. He had such a great energy and he called me ‘cute’ all the time.
Suddenly, we just stopped talking and I did not hear from him until early May. I wasn’t worried because we had just been flirting and kind of talking. From then on I had no idea that in two years I would be just be in love with him.
By June we had declared ourselves an official couple. I liked him a lot and he just made me laugh all the time, he respected me, and he was just so himself.
Fast forward to August, I was entering my high school as a sophomore. He was entering his school as a senior. He was super smart and school wasn’t hard for him academically or socially at all. Me on the other hand, I was just struggling through math and science. I would always text him after Geometry and Bio and say “I have no clue what just went down in there”. What made him an even more amazing boyfriend was that he would help me with my Geometry homework.
He had a lot of “senioritis” but it wasn’t only because he was a senior. He was going into the Marines in June of 2014. He was going to go fight for our country. I respect people who do that, but I also wondered why he would go be a Marine, because he was so intelligent. Also he would be leaving me. He would be unable to talk to me for months while he was down in training. Yet, I was not going to let the thought of him being away get to me. I was going to enjoy him while he was around.
Sophomore year flashed by, I got my class ring, I got cast in a play called You Can’t Take It With You, and I was starting to fall in love with him.
His senior year had come to a close ten days before he left for the Marine Corps. Weeks before he left he had seemed distant, unhappy, and anxious. My best guess is that he was just nervous to be away from home for the first time. On June 16th he left. I was sad I didn’t get to see him, and physically say ‘goodbye’.
My summer went by pretty fast. Went to parties, ate yummy food, watched a lot of Netflix. I also really missed him. It felt so weird waking up and not having a “Good morning” text from him. Instead it was always a “Good morning” text from my mom.
That August I re-entered the school, and how much I hated it. In the same week I would turn sixteen in that same week I returned to school. He missed my birthday.
Finally I got a text from him saying “hi” I WAS SO HAPPY. I honestly have never been so elated in my life.
He told me he loved me for the first time, and I said “I love you too” and I have been in love ever since. The only problem now is that he lives in Hawaii now on base. I miss him terribly, and I just want to feel his warmth. I hate being so far apart from each other. He does too. That is why he doesn’t want to be with me anymore.