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writes:...through the hard times and the good.This is the story of my One and I, we've come through so much and it makes our bond stronger and stronger.I posted my picture up on a date-and-rate website when I was just 14. I was hugely insecure in myself and thought that getting high ratings and people wanting to meet me would fill that gap. It did for a while. I was a whole 4 years too young to register, but I registered as 18, and told people I met that I was 18, too. I made some friends there, and I almost lost a good friend when I told him my real age. Thankfully, he forgave me and we are still friends. After that, I was always truthful with my age.For two years after that, I would find the odd interesting character, the perverted, and the genuinely nice that I just didn't "click" with at all.Meanwhile in the real world, I would forever hear stories in the classroom of those who kissed a good-looking guy, or went to the cinema to see that new rom-com, or went "all the way" when they got drunk the other weekend. Once, a girl came in wearing her half of a his 'n' hers pair of hoodies.Then on one day in March 2006, I met "him", sweet looking, blonde and gorgeously green-eyed. He lived 143 miles away. I didn't immediately fall in love with him, and we chatted for a couple of months as friends. I warmed to him so much, not ever fully realising what feelings were forming inside of me. Even when I spent a week in France and missed him terribly, it never occurred to me.On the 15th of May, it hit me smack-bang in the face. The feelings I'd been feeling could be collectively defined as Love. I clicked up an IM with him and after an hour of chatting, I plucked up the courage to tell him that I loved him. He told me he loved me too, and we were both near to tears with happiness.The next day, I was due to sing at a school concert. I had told him about it, but thought nothing else of it. Pre-performance I took an apple to eat outside, and to my utter shock saw him getting out of his car! He had travelled almost 150 miles to see me singing! ME! I ran up to him, and we had a huge hug that seemed to last a blissful eternity. A little later, he held me by my arms, and asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course, I said yes. We walked together, hand in hand much to the shock of the 11-12 year olds.My mother met him too that night, and took an instant dislike to him. His hair was too short and he didn't "look" right. Over the coming months, she made his name almost unbearable to say in her presence, and I learnt to keep quiet for the sake of a peaceful family life. My boyfriend and I would slowly and surely find out more about each other, and he told me that he had been suffering from depression, and had stopped taking them 3 months after us becoming an item. I made him happy, and I think I saved him.My boyfriend and I would meet up in secret, we would go to the local swimming pool for as many hours as possible until we were shrivelled up like prunes, then he would either stay in the B and B down the road or go back home. One day, we went to the B and B and ended up having sex there. We were both virgins, but we loved each other so much, and we wanted to express it in a new exciting way. We were so excited, and we shook afterwards in shock of what we'd just done. It was magical, and I felt I loved him more than ever. We each had each other's virginity, something so precious.I got home, elated. Mum had seen us in town, accused me of riding around in his car. She didn't talk to me for a day and when she did, she refused to talk about him. Two months later, I started at college 50 miles away, so I lodged in the week and travelled to Mum at weekends. I used the week to see him, never having to tell her anything. Until one day, one of the people I was staying with happened to tell Mum on the phone in passing that he "saw us snogging outside in the alleyway". Suddenly, a goodbye kiss outside their front door was blown up into something unforgivable. His reasoning? "We don't keep secrets in this family." Mum and I had a blazing telephone row, in which she hung up refusing to talk. My boyfriend, who was on his way back, was called and begged to turn around and come back. My brother who lived in London played the peacemaker, and made Mum see reason and stopped me from sobbing uncontrollably. I cuddled in my sweetheart's arms until the early hours of the morning, when I told him he needed to get back home. Shortly after, I had a call from Mum, explaining that she'd overreacted because of the nature of finding out, apologising profusely and assuring me that she wasn't going to disown me. Things got better from there. Mum settled down to the fact that we loved each other dearly and made each other happy. We had our first holiday abroad with his parents this year, and it was wonderful. He now lives a further 100 or so miles away, which I've found hard to cope with. Unfortunately, I am battling depression now, and it has made me incredibly insecure, which teamed with his distance made me feel and do awful things. Things seemed distant and I thought he was going off me because of the moods I've been in. I visited him recently, and I was left alone when he went to work. I went into his email account because I was so full of unnecessary distrust, and when I saw a dating site in his inbox, I jumped to the wrong conclusion and texted him about it. He was angry and hurt, understandably. He told me that since moving away he had lost contact with the friends he had before he moved, and was trying to make new ones, but perhaps in the wrong sort of way. When he got back, we talked about it. I gave him my word that I wouldn't do what I did again, and I suggested penpal sites, so he then gave me his word he wouldn't go on dating sites again. Afterwards, we had a huge bonding session, where we had a talk about everything on our minds. I'd never felt so close to him, but the next day I had to make the daunting journey home.I cried profusely when we said goodbye, but I know that our situation is only temporary, as we fully intend on spending our lives together. We just need to get through this first, and we will because we love each other so much that nothing will get in the way of it.Sweetheart, if you're reading this I love you so, so much, and I'm sorry for the wrong I've done recently. I hope there are many more happy years to come.
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reader, confusedbutdeeplyinlove  +, writes (18 November 2007):
Wow I love your story. I can relate to you a little bit in the part of having distrust for no reason and jumping to conclusions easyily. I wish you two good luck and hope you two stay together as you sound very much in love and happy.
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reader, Hopeful Romantic +, writes (2 November 2007):
 You sound happy, but I fear for your future. I once was thought I was in love with a guy I had known since I was 12 and we always had a long distance relationship. When I was almost through with college he informed me that he got a girl pregnant, but he didn't want her and he still wanted me.
So, when I graduated from college, my stupid butt moved to the town he lived in thinking we could FINALLY be together and wouldn't you know it, he did NOT want me any more. I was crushed and stayed depressed for about a year till I finally got over it.
I am now thankful this happened to me because I realize how immature he is and I can see that he really was not and is not the one for me.
I hope everything works out for you in your favor. :)
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reader, anonymous, writes (26 October 2007): This is verified as being by the original poster of the question...thankyou DearCupid for re-tagging this :)
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