Where to even begin?
I dated Jeremy Garcia in high school from August 11th, 2007 until he left on an LDS mission on November 18th, 2009.
The day before, November 17th, I said goodbye to Jeremy for what would be 736 days. The 736th day happens to be tomorrow.
Before Jeremy left we spent almost every day together. My family loves him, his family loves me, he's basically integrated into my life in every single way. He's even in my family pictures! Before he left I knew I wanted to marry him and that I would be able to do that when he got home from his mission.
Two years is a really freaking long time. I've met hundreds of new people, gone through two jobs, two summers, two Christmases, two New Years, two birthdays, two years of college, two everythings. That means lots and lots of changing and growing and learning. I've experienced so many things! I've made really stupid mistakes, I've learned from them, and I've grown to be more of an adult. I am a person I really like and am happy to be.
Over these two years I've probably written Jeremy around 50 handwritten letters, and probably 100 or so emails. Who knows how many for sure. I've loved him all this time but it has been so hard to remember what it's like to have him around. I could go on about that for hours. Even going one month without his hugs, kisses, laugh, voice, everything is hard. But two YEARS?! Are you kidding me?! For much of his absence he has felt like a dream to me, a dream I woke up from when he left. But I know he's real even though I haven't seen him for so long. I've always known, of course, how much time is left until his two years are up. But it still was never going to happen, in my mind. Well guess what. It's happening tomorrow and I'm freaking out.
What if he doesn't love me? What if he's so different that I can't feel the same way about him? What if what if what if? I just need to calm down. I hope that when he sees me he will accept my hug. Cause I know when I see him at the airport I will want to run and jump into his arms (but not until after his mother does, of course).
But seriously, I couldn't think of any better thing to be thankful for on Thanksgiving. It's the best thing ever. I seriously think tomorrow will be the happiest day of my life. I sure have a lot of hope for it!
Pray for me. Wish me good luck. We'll see what happens. And pretty soon, the whole world will know. Because I swear it's like everyone I know knows about it and cares at least a little bit. It's exciting but strange.
Oh just help me. I have anxiety. I hope I can sleep tonight.
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