Four years

15 May

Let me tell you a story of how I fell in love.

I met Sebastian while playing on a co-ed soccer team. He was our best player, and I liked it when we were on the field together. I appreciated that he understood the sport and was good at it. That’s how it started, two people playing a game we both loved.

I remember I couldn’t really understand his accent at first, but found him incredibly charming. There was always an ease between us, like we’d known each other for years. I’d tease him about his English pronunciations, and he’d make fun of my clumsiness. I loved it when I made him laugh.

Eventually group hang outs with friends turned into outings with just the two of us. We’d play racquetball or get burritos. It was always so easy, so comfortable.

The semester was coming to a close, and it was time for him to go home. I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew he couldn’t stay. I had a million thoughts in my head. Does he know how I feel? Could we really make this work?

The night before he was heading home, he said what we both knew all along: “I think I more than like you,” and I whispered back, “I think I know.”

Four years later, I’m still madly in love and just as crazy about him. People always ask me how we do long-distance, how we make it work, and the answer is we just do. My life is so much better with him in it than without. And although it’s unconventional, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Four Years

Dearest Basti – life is so full of love and laughter because of you.
Thank you for this wonderful adventure.

Happy four years! xoxo

P.S. I think I more than like you.

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2 Responses to “Four years”

  1. Pat Daugherty 05/15/2014 at 9:51 am #

    Thanks for the beautiful story….I knew you met him in your senior year of college, but didn’t know all the important attractions…love ya

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