Full Of Love

Distance Sucks

So, I have something to say before I start this, please read this. This is based on something that is happening in my life. This will be mildly sad, but it'll have a happy ending. I'm sure that at least one person reading this has had this happen before, or is even experiencing it right now. This will probably be deep, but keep in mind that this is actually happening to me. Thank you, now let's get on with it.

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Two months

I've been on Twitter for maybe two months? When I first started, I was added to this group chat with a bunch of people who I've made friends with. This is pretty much how I've met everyone I know on here. There's this one person I've become fascinated with, Patrick. He is the nicest guy ever, he always helps people, sends motivational quotes to everyone, and is just amazing. I am a little intimidated by him, he has a lot of followers and I just get scared to talk to him alone. But I do want to get to know him.

Four months

I was out to dinner with my family, getting ignored and I was feeling like crap. I went on Twitter to rant, thinking no one read it considering I have like 80 followers. I only tweeted it out about a minute ago, when I got a direct message from Patrick. 

Patrick- Italics; Pete- Underlined

I'm sorry you have to deal with them, do you wanna talk? I'm always here if you need me.

Thank you. I'm just tired of being ignored, and my moms in bad mood. I'm just overall upset and in a bad mood. I wish it was different.

I do too. Just remember, you can get past them. You're strong, I know it, Pete. 

You're too sweet, you know that? Thank you so much.

No problem, I hope it gets better. Remember I'm always here.

Wow, he was so freaking sweet. I should have sucked it up and talked to him earlier. 

Seven months

Patrick and I had gotten to know each other and become really good friends. He was always there for me, and he meant the world to me. I think I was beginning to fall for him.

Seven months and two weeks

Patrick just tweeted and I went to open it. It was a poll:

What am I to you?

I don't know you
Friend
Best friend
I would date you

I, of course, chose 'I would date you', because, in all honesty, I would love to date him. 

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A few hours later, he tweeted again:

Who chose 'I would date you'? Dm me!

Oh crap, should I dm him? Oh, who cares, he would probably just think it was cute. 

I said 'I would date you'.

Did you? Ha, why?

Because I would date you, duh. You're so sweet and nice!

Thank you so much!

Ten months

Patrick and I were super close, and he even told me that he would date me if we lived near each other. (He lived about 600 miles away). The highlight of my day was seeing his tweets or talking to him in a group chat. I was in love with him. 

Eleven months

Patrick and I talked every day, reminding each other that we love each other, sending cheesy gifs, just everything. It was perfect. Well, almost. It would be perfect if we lived in the same town. 

God, I just wanted to meet him. To hug him. To cuddle up with him at night. To kiss him. I missed him when he went to bed at night, I wanted him to be with me. I wanted to be there to kiss his tears away. I needed to be there to kiss his tears away. I needed to wake up next to him, to go on dates with him, to drink coffee and read with him, to have cheesy movie marathons with him. Why did I have to be born 600 miles away from my soulmate?

Eleven months and three weeks

That's it. I've saved up all of my money, and I'm going to buy a ticket out to see him. A one-way ticket, I was going to move out there. 

My parents were fine with it since I was 19. I packed my bags and went on my way. Waiting to tell Patrick whenever I landed.

Eleven months, three weeks, and two days

I got out my phone when I got out of the Airport. 

I need your address, I have a surprise for you.

Umm, alright? 1234 Way Street, Apartment #17

Thank you. You'll understand soon. Goodbye, for now, I love you. 

Here we go. I hauled a taxi and gave the driver the address. 

(10 minutes later) 

Knock. "One second!" His voice was even better than I had imagined.

"Hi- PETE!" He immediately hugged me, as tight as he could. When we finally pulled away, he looked at me for half a second and then kissed me. 

His lips were perfect. Soft, warm, just Patrick. It was everything I ever wanted. 

"Patrick..." I whispered after we pulled apart, tears falling down my face. He wiped them off with his thumb, letting me inside. 

"What-how-when?" He stuttered, looking at me.

"I saved all of my money up and bought a ticket out here. And I'm not going back either. I'm moving here. I'll have to stay with you until I find an apartment if that's ok with you." I explained, setting my luggage down.

"That's completely fine. And who knows, maybe you could stay here?" He suggested, walking towards me. "God, I just can't believe you're here. I always dreamed of this moment, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."

"I didn't either, but I couldn't take being away from you anymore. I just missed you too much." I said, walking us over to his couch and sitting down.

"I missed you too. Every damn day."

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Whoo, that was emotional (for me). I wish the last part was real, I wanna meet her so freaking bad. But I'm 13, and I doubt my parents would take me 600 miles just to meet someone. Even if she is the love of my life. I did leave out a lot of things, but how am I supposed to write everything when I've known her for like 8 months? That would take forever!!

Anyway, I hope you liked this! It was kind of long, but everything I've been writing lately has been long, so idk.