Somewhere, somebody featured a poem of mine on this site. It may have been Sammur-amat, or it could've been Mrs-Freestar-Bul, we're still trying to figure out where we truly first met on the site. In any case, something prompted Harrison to comment. I replied, and a nerdy back-and-forth ensued. I thought he was really cute right away, but didn't figure out his name was Harrison, not Spalding, for a week or so. I asked my younger sister what she thought of him, and we both agreed that "Beardy McTexan" was exceedingly attractive, but that the distance was pretty great. I was still wary of romance after my last boyfriend and figured that it might be best for me to cool it.
So, naturally, I decided I'd send him a dA note.
We corresponded for a while, and it was wonderful. He was witty, funny, nerdy...everything wonderful. Every time I logged on . Then I saw that he was going through something rough. I decided to check in, and we started talking again. About life, about romance troubles...the whole nine yards. I looked forward to checking my messages here and started writing more poems in the hopes that he'd notice and think I was cool, talented, and possibly worth romancing.
He mentioned that a girl he liked might like him back, and I felt crushed. I tried to brush it off with some cringe-worthy phrases, (like "I have a capital "F" friendship for you, as opposed to capital "F" feelings,") and did my best to be a supportive friend because, hey, that's what we do! I didn't let him know how I felt, so friendship was a great thing to have with him. We could still be nerdy goofballs, and that's what mattered.
Something happened, though, and he ended up talking to me about how things weren't going so great. I was concerned, and gave him my number so he could text me if he needed someone to talk to...something I've done for other deviants in the past if they needed advice or just someone friendly to vent to. He took me up on it and we messaged each other back and forth on dA, in addition to the occasional text.
One night, we started talking about romance and I told him that I liked him, romantically. He confirmed that he liked me too, but I had to ask him about three times if he was serious. (And did he mean romantically? Like, more than a friend? Really?) He was. Then we considered the distance.
We figured we'd see how it went, skyping and whatnot, for two weeks to make sure that a) we were who we said we were, and b) that we could make the distance work. While we considered our official date of togetherness October 2nd, we didn't make anything official until about a week later.
We sweated out what to tell our families. (His family loves me and mine loves him, so we shouldnt've been too nervous.) We sweated out what to tell our friends. (Again, mine love him and I assume his like me!) And then we started making plans to see each other in person for the first time. He agreed to visit me on my turf, and we split the cost of the ticket. Seven months to the day since we started dating, we were finally going to be together in person!
The day that he was slated to arrive, I was NERVOUS AS HELL. So many worries were tearing through my brain. What if we didn't hit it off? What if I liked him, but he didn't like me? What if he liked me, but I ended up not liking him? What would we do?
I waited at the airport in the world's most carefully selected outfit and texted him "I'm at the baggage claim!" The text that I got back almost made my heart stop.
I looked up and there he was. And true to form, he was wonderful. We went on our first real date, he met my family, and the week went by so fast and at the end I didn't want him to leave. But he went back to TX, and I stayed in VT. He visited again in August, and then I ventured on to his turf this past December/January to meet him and his family. On May 9th, 2014, he'll come up to be with me in VT and see me graduate from UVM. He'll be here for about 3 weeks, which is the longest time we'll have been with each other in person yet. It still won't feel like enough time, but I'm looking forward to seeing him. Only 84 days until he's here!
It's been amazing being his lady, and I couldn't ask for a better man. I usually put "Little Things" at the end of each entry, but this whole journal is a testament to the most amazing part of my daily life: Harrison. He makes me so happy, constantly.
Harrison, I adore you. Thanks for putting up with me for the past year and four months. I love you.