Years ago, I met Jared. He slowly became one of my closest friends, but it eventually turned into more than that. It lasted a while, but never really clicked just the right way. We kept in touch, but not as much.
In November 2015 I had heard that he had been sworn into the Navy, and would be leaving for basic training in January 2017. I was more than happy for him, even though we had lost touch.
In August of last year he reached out to me again. It was unexpected, but this time it clicked. I knew I was in love with him, I wanted to spend as much time as I could with him, because I knew he was leaving in January.
Until one day he got a call, and six months so quickly turned into two weeks. It was so sudden. The day came for him to take off and we said our goodbyes.
It was two months until I saw him. Let me tell you, it was the longest two months of my life, and then I was finally able to see him in Chicago. He was in Chicago for a while until he made his way to Florida, where he will be for another few months.
In the weirdest way living 1200 miles apart (PA to FL) has made our relationship stronger than it's ever been, and I'm confident when I say, he is the one I will be spending the rest of my life with.