........and after that she started loving him.......write a story......LET'S SEE WHO CAN DO IT BETTER....
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My long distance relationship started when I was almost 14 years old; for anonymity’s sake we’ll call him J. When we met, I was cyber schooled, so my social life was pretty limited with the exception of my sport. The school I was attending (I had just started 9th grade) had a forum where the kids could post threads, socialize, get to know each other a little. A friend of mine posted a thread asking for horror stories – I say “asked”, it was more put in a way that was almost a challenge. Not being the type to back down from a dare, and considering myself a wannabe writer, I figured what better way to “put my work out there”, so to speak. So I posted one. One person who commented on my story was a guy, J. He was very complimentary, so I checked out the story that he had posted and was fairly impressed. We talked for a bit (I doubt the other users appreciated us spamming the thread with our flirting) and eventually he asked me for my Skype. We continued the conversation through messaging, and it was then that I discovered he was 15 years old and lived in Maryland, a good 300 miles from where I lived. I figured okay, it didn’t really matter, we were just friends, right?
Wrong.
Before I knew it, I was on Skype messaging any chance I could get, which was a good amount of time considering I spent most of my time on the computer. I was up for hours and hours at night talking to him, almost in tears from laughter from our bantering. Looking back on it now, it seems like one long, warm, fuzzy dream. After about a week of this, he asked me to be his girlfriend. (That might not seem like a long time, but remember that we were talking every night for 6-7 hours on end, which is longer than most couples talk within their first few months of their relationship.) The only reason I hesitated in saying yes was because he was African-American, and my parents weren’t exactly fans of black people. I hated the idea of having to hide my newfound best friend and now-boyfriend from them, but I didn’t have a choice because although I didn’t know it yet, I was head over heels in love. Later I discovered this, and with the realization of the fact that we loved each other, our relationship only grew stronger. He became my life, my world. My whole day revolved around the moments where I could spend messaging him. But although at times we felt like next door neighbors, with our love grew an insatiable ache to see each other in person, to be able to hold hands and hug like normal couples. I kept trying to convince my parents to take me to the area where he lived for athletic tournaments, but they seemed bewildered with my obsession (not knowing about J) and ignored my pleas.
As I suspected my parents made us break up, and all contact between us was cut off. I was devastated. I felt as though there was a gaping hole in my chest that no amount of tears could fill. At that point my parents decided to allow me to attend public high school, and I started 10th grade. A moping mess, I lashed out at myself by searching for rebounds. I went through three guys within the span of four or five months, hoping to find a fraction, a sliver of what I’d had. No such luck. Every compliment, every romantic gesture felt like a cheap knock-off of what I had before. I felt like I’d tasted perfection with that moment I’d had with J, and to have it ripped away so abruptly was more than I could bear. After my first kiss on my first “date”, as soon as I got home I felt sick and had to take the next day off of school. It was then that I realized I couldn’t give my heart to anyone else because it was 300 miles away with J. It disgusted me to think about my selfish actions of the past months and resolved to get back in contact with J again, no matter what it took.
Eventually I did, and he was happy to take me back, thank God. Since then we’ve been in a secret, happy relationship – a happy as a relationship can be when you can only talk once every few weeks/months and your family knows nothing about it. Our current plan is to wait until my 18th birthday next year to “go public” – by that time I’ll be in my freshman year at college and he’ll be working; both of us independent. .
My point with this, I suppose, is to tell those of you out there contemplating continuing your long distance relationship that the chance you get to find your true love is once-in-a-lifetime. Some people never find it, and others only find it at the end of their lives. If you do get a chance, nothing in this world will ever make you happier than to be with that person. If there is any light at the end of the tunnel – any possible way for you two to somehow be together – take it. It’s better than having to end it and believing you had “no choice”, when really if you had stuck it out longer you could’ve had your happy ending.
Because I found him. And like hell I’m going to lose him. 3 years down, 1 to go:)