It started May 31st, 2011. I had literally just come home from my brother’s funeral and my mind was in a million different places. I had nothing to do to keep my thoughts busy, so I went on Omegle while waiting for a friend to pick me up from my house. I never really went on Omegle by myself, and I wasn’t really looking for anything besides a distraction.
Constantly hitting next, I was losing patience while waiting for a potentially cute guy who wasn’t interested in something more than a simple conversation. On the verge of giving up and doing something else, I hit next for the last time. There he was. A cute guy, nice eyes and a warm smile. We talked about average things, but I didn’t mind. He was a good distraction and just what I needed. Sooner than I had wished for, he told me that he had to go. I wasn’t ready to end the conversation so I gave him my number.
From this point on, my life changed forever. Every day, we’d stay up until at least midnight. We talked about our lives, our hardships, our passions. We talked about the good and the bad. We Skyped until we were too tired to open our mouths any longer. He was perfect to me. Even with his problems, he was just perfect. I told him about all the pain I had been through and the terrible relationships of my past. He made me feel beautiful.
So we made it official in June. I hadn’t felt so happy in years; I felt like someone kind and true was mine. He was and is my best friend. Every message, every phone call, every Skype date, I literally got those viciously notorious butterflies. The best part was that he was coming to see me in just a few weeks. So we made a Tumblr together. We used that Tumblr mainly to count down the days until we met and to post things about art and love.
Then the day came. He left his house and my heart beat three times as fast as it normally had in shear excitement. Every minute felt like an hour and every hour like a whole day. But I waited. Through the traffic, through the stops, I waited impatiently. But by 7 pm… he was here. He was here, knocking on my door. I remember seeing his car park outside of my house and my heart started to race. Him, his mother, and his father came through the door. And that was it.
I saw him. In person. And he was beautiful. He was perfect. Every inch of his body, every touch of his skin, flawless. Our time together was perfect. Genuinely perfect. Nothing was wrong and I was completely happy. We drove around, we got food, we went to the state park, we did everything we could in the unfortunately short amount of time we were given. But it was worth it. When I kissed him, I knew he was the one. When I felt him, I knew I was in love.
To say that saying goodbye was hard would be the understatement of the century. I’m not sure I had ever cried over someone so much. But it had to happen. He had to leave. We exchanged clothing items and pillow cases.. And then he left.
But the time passed and within a month I was in his arms again. My parents and I took a road trip down to Maryland and spent four days just fifteen minutes away from Jake’s home. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. His home, his dog, his room, his everything. Everything about him and where he lives was beautiful. We were inseparable during those four days. He was not just my boyfriend, he was my best friend. We went to the zoo. Went to D.C. Went out to eat. Went to a lake. We just did everything we could. Some days we just spend alone in his basement.
But then we were faced with the same fatal truth of having to say goodbye again. It was painful. And it hurt us both, but we made it and he watched me as I drove away. By the time I got home, everything seemed to be okay. We were fine, we were happy.
But then something happened. Without being too specific, there was something off about us. Nothing was getting better. However, I wasn’t willing to give up. I still rented the hotel. I still planned to see him one last time before school. But things were different. So we broke up. And let me tell you, that was not an easy break up. There was yelling, crying, vulgarity. I was rightfully hurt.
A few weeks later, we decided to try being friends. We talked here and there throughout the day, but as time passed, that here and there turned back into what it had been. There was no denying our feelings so we got back together. But his parents were less than supportive. They saw our relationship as harmful and refused to let us see each other again.
So, we’re here. Over a year later. Without the privilege of seeing each other, we’re an LDR couple that may not be thousands of miles apart, but banned from being together. We hope that in a year when we both graduate, we’ll be able to see each other again. We’ll see where life takes us, but I’m hoping to be with him if he really does come to college near me. Regardless of what happens, we’re two teenagers madly in love and we’ve made it this far. Hopefully the world will bring us back together soon.