When I first started dating the Danester, I knew we would break up eventually. We had a time limit on our relationship--an expiration date, if you will. I knew this, I knew it and I still let myself fall head over toes in love with this sweet boy. Honestly, the boy is the best first love a girl could request. He's passionate, yet withdrawn, and intelligent, and the sweetest guy in the world. Strangely, he tends to hide his sweet parts. He relies on the sarcastic comments he spews at people to pretend that he's not a big mush ball, the same way I am. Although he's not nearly as bad.
So there it is. I let it happen. I fell in love with a boy who knows me better than I know myself. I used to be able to pretend I wasn't crying when we talked on the phone, but now he can hear the tears, even if they haven't even fallen yet. It's amazing.
So the boy leaves on his mission on Wednesday. For all of you non-LDS readers, a mission is a two year hiatus from the world for our church where our young men serve the Lord and attempt to spread his gospel. It changes these young men, in a good way.
There you have it folks. The gist of our relationship-unexpectedly passionate and spontaneous. But also comfortable in every good way. Our first meeting was on a Sunday, when we started talking at Tunnel Singing. Then our first "date" was to hike the Y. Then we had a sweet and adorable first kiss under a tree on a bench outside May Hall. oh how I miss him. This is my first "missing" too. I feel a little dead inside.
I am sad