Four years ago, I moved to Denver from Japan to start my first year in college. Then one day during my sophomore year, a random guy from myspace started talking to me. I was completely uninterested and thought he was weird. I started talking to one of his friends, Pacey*, who gave me the 411 on this definite creeper. Naturally, I stopped talking to the original guy, but kept in contact with Pacey. He lived 60 miles away, so we never met, but we’d talk whenever we were online. Neither of us expected it, but we continued our friendship for quite sometime, and became surprisingly close.
After about a year, Pacey decided he wanted to join the Navy. I wasn’t looking forward to him leaving, but I was glad that he was following his dream. I was in Hawaii for spring break at the time, and missed his last call. Ten minutes after I got his voicemail, he called me back to say he couldn’t go because of a recent hand injury. Two months later, Pacey announced he was moving to FL to live with his best friend. Again, I was crushed that my friend was leaving, but was glad he was doing his thing. It was when he left for FL that I realized that Pacey meant more to me than a good friend. Unfortunately, I was still stuck in CO and he was on the other side of the country. I think we both realized we liked each other then, but didn’t see anything realistic coming out of it, so we simply continued being friends. After about a year of separation, we still talked regularly, and I decided I wanted to study abroad in Australia for a semester. Pacey moved back to CO while I was still in Australia. We hadn’t seen each other in almost a year and a half, but when we did, we were the closest we’d ever been. Months and months of agonizing sexual tension went on; neither of us was willing to admit our feelings for each other. Then, Pacey did it again; he decided he wanted to move to South Dakota. He was out there for about 3 months when he finally called me, completely drunk, confessing all of his feelings for the past 3 years. A few days later, he called me to tell me he was going to buy a non-refundable ticket to visit him. I protested, but he went and bought it anyway. An hour after he bought me the tickets, he was laid off.
Pacey and I have officially been together for 9 months. It hasn’t been long, but the number of times we’ve tested our bond since knowing each other has proven to us that we’re meant to be. We still live 60 miles away, with full-time schedules of school and work, but somehow, we manage to stick together. Our story is a true example of, “if its meant to be, it’ll work out.”
