Anonymous asked: did you meet your girlfriend on tumblr
Oh wow. After 21 years, it’s going to take some getting used to that word.
Yes! Nicole and I first met on Tumblr. We silently supported each other’s posts by liking/reblogging and would message each other occasionally and then frequently. This was one of my favorite periods; getting to know her intimately, and her me, without hardly knowing what she even looked like, aside from a picture or two. I plucked up the courage to ask her to Skype with me and walked her through setting it back up since she like never used it. By that point, interacting with her was fluid beyond belief. I offhandedly made obscure references to movies she picked up on, I found myself being able to be the witty doofus with her that I so frequently had to keep inside from everyone else, lest I be too annoying. We would Skype frequently, not because we felt like we had to or because it was habit or anything, but because we wanted to. We constantly wanted to be there to support the other, to hear about their day, to offer words of encouragement, and just learn more about them. Sometimes it would be each day, or weeks in between, but the important thing was that we knew we could always rely on the other if we needed them.
She was (is) my best friend, and I’ve never had a best friend. I’ve never had that opportunity to be so inherently and intimately close with someone. To know their heart and they know yours.
Of course, you get that curiosity, no matter how well you know (about) someone, to know how you would interact with them in person. To see if you would be nervous, or awkward, or if things would click and just flow. Nicole felt the same and what kind of best friends have never given their best friend a hug? So after much struggle, debate, and patience, she was able to visit me late July this summer for almost a week. I can say, without a doubt, that was the happiest period of my lifetime. Seeing her on my doorstep, beaming up at me, hearing her squeal in excitement and me pick her up in a grandiose hug. Wow. My heart. She made a place that was struggling to feel like home for me, feel like home. Feel like the comforts and love back in my hometown, and whatever town I may start my life in. We cooked, we laughed, we went on walks, we watched Sherlock, we danced (in the rain), we admired Nature’s beauty, we went on a date; beautiful things with a beautiful person. Even though we were just friends, I admired that woman so much and felt comfortable enough in kissing her. She was my first kiss in my nearly 21 years of life, and it was splendid and I look forward to more from her. We talked about futures and where we, individually, wanted to end up. We talked about futures and where we, together, wanted to end up. I appreciate the fact that we can talk so plainly about important things that others tend to shy away from.
That was, hands down, the happiest week of my life, and I hope to spend thousands more with her.