#lovememory

LOVEMEMORY ( ♡ ) a gender related to love and memories.

It could be related to having memories of love ; memories of love being a part of your identity ; memories of love from / in ones past life ; and etcetera.

Isn’t it funny how unexpectedly things can happen. 4 years ago, I never would’ve pictured myself in the situation I’m in now. But somehow, everything seemed to fall into place and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I was in my first year of highschool. I was 14, and he was 16. We were both on omegle with our friends, and after an hour or so of flipping through people, we happened to come across each other. We chatted on omegle for about an hour that night, and by the end of it we had exchanged contact information. In the days to follow, we talked as much as we could. Within the first week of knowing him I had felt like I’d known him my entire life. I knew I had to have him. We started skyping almost every night, and by then he had become my obsession. I was drawn to everything about him. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I fell for him, but I knew I had to have him regardless of the circumstances. 
I remember the first time I told him that I love him. I was sitting in my friends basement talking about the situation, about two weeks before Callum and I started dating. I kept thinking about him and then he said something to me that made me think, ’wow, I love this boy.’ I had known it already, but that’s when I came out and told him that I loved him and meant it for the first time, and he said it back to me. I fell for him so fast. 
We had never really discussed being in a relationship until the night it happened. We both knew what we wanted but we were a little weary about doing it simply because of the distance. Neither of us had been in a situation like it before and really didnt know how we would manage, but here we are three and a half years later so we must have done something right. I remember the conversation perfectly. It was Valentine’s Day when we became official. There was never an actual “will you be my girlfriend”, it was more of a mutual agreement that we would become a couple and see how things worked. 

Skip ahead a few years and you’ve made it to our first meeting! He arrived in Canada on June 20th of this year. My friend and I made it to the airport rather early so I sat there waiting eagerly, watching the screen to see when his flight had landed. As soon as I saw the screen changed to “arrived" I instantly got to my feet and went to wait for him. I was standing there for a good half an hour before he even came out, but when he did, I ran across the airport and straight into his arms. We stood there hugging each other for what felt like forever, and when we finally looked up at each other, we had our first real kiss. It was an absolutely indescribable feeling. To finally have his hands on me, to finally feel his lips on mine. I felt like I could fly with all the butterflies in my stomach. We held hands as we walked through the airport out to my car. In the three weeks he was here, we experienced so many incredible things together. We went to my prom, went on our first real date, shared the same bed for the first time. There were so many ‘firsts’ in our relationship over three years into it, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 
In six months time, we’ll be getting our first apartment together and experiencing life as a couple without having to worry about another goodbye. We’ve been through so much together already, but I can’t wait to make more firsts with him.