My name is Angie. I've created this blog to document my journey that has yet to occur with my boyfriend, Ryan. He will be leaving for the U.S. Navy in about 5 months to begin his service.
We met in January this year at college, where we both were taking Engineering Design classes and where we instantly were drawn to each other when I sat next to him.
It was probably fate, because two of my classes were required to change to fit my grant the morning of my first day. Despite being a shy, 5 ft. tall introvert and despite the huge misfortune that had taken part earlier that day and would normally have me left even more nervous, I had a strange burst of confidence. I used this strange confidence to make jokes and start to befriend my fellow students. I never caught his name that day, but I wanted to and I set out to in the future. My second class was shortly after. That class was a little bigger... like probably 10 people bigger...who were all men. But to my surprise, there he was again, in both of my changed classes. What did I tell you? Fate.
Sure, I didn't figure out his name for about another week because we had just been making jokes not conversation, but the next week we were in the lounge and finally got to have an actual conversation. I spilled to him about my life that was of the past year or so, as he listened for about two hours until he had to go to his night class.
One day, I ironically (wink wink) parked behind his car in the parking lot. I had seen him in it before. I had a total of 4 classes that semester. He used to be in 3 of them. There was again a small amount of people in the class. Three weeks in his dorky-self realized that he had already taken that class... to which our sadness was the same, yet silent, as I watched him notify the teacher and proceed to pack his things and cross the classroom to the exit. It was about a hour later when I finally left the classroom to my car. I was crazy daydreaming on the rainy walk there and thought the impossible. There was no way. This isn't a movie. He probably doesn't even like me that much. I unlocked my car, got inside before I got more wet, and was let down to find no immediate note. I turned my car on, put my things in the passenger seat and then noticed it. A little, white, wet note was folded up and under my wipers. I was *amazed* to say the least. I got out, removed the note carefully so I didn't rip, and dried it with what I could. As it is still at my bedside today, I'll read from it. "Your car parked in my cars rear end! Don't let your mind go in the gutter ;) -Ryan" Ah yes. The most romantic of all movie notes lol. In our encounters before that, we had and still very much have a shared gutter-like-comedy with each other. I didn't care how weird what was written probably was, my dream had been true and I proceeded to instantly find my phone, open up Facebook and found him to message him. I don't remember what it said and won't look, because wow that is a huge conversation to go through... but I think I remember him responding with something like, "So you found it?" :)
Since that talk, we instantly grew closer. First we'd talk in the lounge. Then, we migrated to talking in the car until 11 p.m. at night or later for most-if not all-school days in the winter. It was these long days where his car was on, heat blasting, while the icy-cold snow would be falling outside...and we'd just talk and talk the whole day away...everyday.
Soon we had learned a great amount of each other. Just about all. We moved on from our normal spot in his car to going on dates around town. We had been very much interested in each other for 3 months until we decided to give what was already happening a name. So, ya there are technicalities... we officially started dating in April, but it has felt like it has been since January.
I will use the over-used quote and say he is different. Yes, everyone is different, but he is the different where I can see a promised future with by his actions, reactions, words, touch, and spirit. He is a normal guy who started to strive to be the best version of himself. He is in love with me for some crazy reason, but we click. We are goofy, serious, romantic, lazy, productive, and loving... but mostly goofy. And being goofy, especially as much as I have been with him, is a side of me that I haven't completely accepted as a part of myself in my past relationships. I hadn't been that comfortable. In fact, either it being because of him or just myself growing as a person, I've learned to accept things that just 'happen'. Such as embarrassing moments from me, embarrassing from him, embarrassing from us. I can completely brush these moments off. Because at the end of the day, we are in it together. I only hope that when he leaves for his service in January, that I'll learn...we'll learn, to love over distance. To let go of the sadness and leave only the excitement of being in each other's arms again. To embrace the time we have away from each other to improve ourselves so that way when we see each other the next time, we have more to give to each other.
I'll be honest... I'm not completely looking forward to this journey. I only look forward to: seeing him again, hopefully tying the knot, moving in with him, and being with him for the rest of my life. If my life with him would be any bit of what it has been in our history, he would make me the happiest woman in the world, and I'd work every minute of the day to make him be the happiest, most-loved man in the galaxy.
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