On February 12th 2011(my 18th b-day) I got on a plane, using a ticket damien had bought me a week prior. My mother was not aware of my plans, I had told her that the night before my birthday I was going to spend the night with my friends, which was true but that morning they were to drive me to the airport. I was nervous about leaving , running away even, but it had been 2 and a half years that Damien and I had been dating long distance. We had our ups and downs and I despritely wanted to be with him. He had to convince he to do it, hell he even told me he doubted that I would, but I got on the plane...might I add I hate Hate HATE Atlanta airport...fucking hellhole of a place...had to switch planes there...ugh...it did not start out as the best birthday ever been when I laid my eyes on him for real for the first time...and when i felt his lips against mine...it was the best day of my life. Though I had imagined our first meeting to be much more romantic but it ended up with him running over to be and attempting to hug me, both of us being nervous and clumsy he broke the rose he got for me and I dropped my cell phone, i felt like such an idiot...oh but im getting ahead of my self and im too lazy to backspace. My mom did find out about my plans to leave three days before. My older sister had gone through my cellphone and read the texts to my friend about the airport. But in the end she turned back on my phone and gave me back my state id and we had hugs and i love yous and ill miss yous before I left. They both hated damien for some reason, especially my older sister...i dont really understand why...but anyways our eyes meet, were klutz, we embrace, we kiss,...and 5 min after getting into his bed room were in bed and yea...didnt picture that happening that way either...didnt hurt like i thought it would either...but lets not get into that...its been about 8 monthes now that i've been living with him and not once have i looked back wishing i could change something. Well maybe it would have been nice if a few things didnt happen but beggers cant be choosers...i love him and I will be spending the rest of my life with him...and it seems in order to do that ive given up my gift of writting...ever since i've moved in with him ive had the worst writters block...cant write a damn thing or if i do im extremely unsatisfyed with it and delete it. No stories no poems...though i used my writting as a way to escape the reality i was not happy in and perhaps now that im with him im happy with my life and i dont need to fantasize anymore. Though i do have somethings im a bit depressed about...i dropped out of highschool after junior year, i dont know how to drive, and ive never had a job. Damien works 12 hours a day while i sit and play videogames or watch movies...i get kinda lonley and sad sometimes and i miss him when hes gone, we still have stupid arguements, but nothing bad like before we were together. I dont have a perfect life like i thought i would when I got to be with him but I am signifcantly happier, and i can honestly say I can live contently this way until the day I die. and id also like to say that despite everyone who says long distance relationships fail i am telling you now you are wrong. I met damien on May 14 2007 while playing world of warcraft after school and on may 17 2007 we confessed our love to eachother via a poem of sorts which is the first poem in this. we talked in only text and then moved to ventrilo voice chat and then cellphone and then he mailed eachother things, like he gave me his old computer when mine broke down along with a webcame and a heart shaped locket for christmas. I crocheted him a blanket and made him some cookies. And ive got writters block again...i was just writting things as it came to be and then i just hit a big blank...I dont know if i will ever get passed it and fulfil my dream of becoming a published author (steven king is my idol) but i suppose i can give it up as long as I have Damien, though hes worth so much more to me than that. I do truly believe in true love.