Love the Enemy;

fckyeahcutecouples:

I got my fairy tale.

I used to sit back and read peoples’ love stories and feel jealous. Jealous that they have such an adorable story to tell, jealous of the happiness they have. I used to wish I could have a story like that, someone to love and rely upon. But then I found that someone. And the story does not disappoint. 

I was fourteen years old and had just made the Junior National Team. I was also best friends with a girl named Jennie from Alaska. She would alternate the number one on her myspace top 8 between myself and this boy named Tyler Toy. Tyler was from California. I’m from Colorado. I added him as my friend and we started talking.

At the time he was interested in another girl, and that summer I found myself surrounded by possibilities. When things ended with him and the girl, I was there for him. I put his heart back together, as a friend. Soon, feelings surpassing friendship developed through our daily conversations. I told him things in great detail that I’d never told anybody. Things about who I was, what I’d been through. He accepted all of my flaws. Embraced them like no one else had. Months passed and we talked every day. His presence from 1200 miles away never faded. His name always came up on my phone. He’d occasionally ask me, “What is this? What are we? Where is this going?” I’d been in a long distance relationship before… I’d given it my all and been cheated on… who knows how many times, with how many different girls. I told Tyler over and over that I wasn’t ready. That I didn’t trust anyone, including myself.

He stayed patient with me. When my birthday came in October of that year, he mailed me the letter and necklace in the picture above, as well as a CD and bracelets he made. Opening the envelope I cried. No one had done anything like that for me before. No one had ever made me feel so special. Then I knew. How could I not be with this boy?

His birthday came two months later. He was turning 16. I made him a little book, talking about everything we’d been through, how things had progressed in the past few months. On the last page I wrote, “I’m ready now. Will you be my boyfriend?” 

He called me immediately after reading it, and I heard sniffling that he no longer denies was crying. 

Almost two years later, we’re still together. We’ve seen each other seven times. Next month will be the eighth time. He will be meeting my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. We are 16 and 18 years old. And I think forever is something we’ll experience together.

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