Three. Two. One.

I recently took a Myers-Briggs Personality test again. I think I’ve finally gotten an accurate representation of myself. 

I used to be something really close to this a couple months back, I can’t believe my personality is still developing.

A story I happened to read on reddit.com/r/relationship

I remember well my very first love. It started out as a long distance friendship, I was a year out of highschool and starting college when we met. We’d talk over yahoo (or later, skype [and through that I bought a subscription so I could call her whenever]) and continued that way for about a year. We spoke every day at length, sometimes for upwards of 10 hours because neither of us had anything better to do. We had a lot in common, could practically read eachother’s minds, and literally never ran out of things to talk about. Sometimes I’d e-mail her part of a story, and she’d send it back later with more added; the longest continual one lasted for about 6 months, lol, it was a pretty ridiculous story that made zero sense, but it was special to both of us.

Then, it happened. One day she came home and told me she had a boyfriend now, and for some reason I was just crushed. Up to this point, it never dawned on me how I felt about her until that point. Sure, I knew I was attracted, but after she told me there were periods of three or four days that we didn’t speak. Even though I’ve had a very active social life since highschool, and hung out with friends regularly (pretty much every day actually, still true this day), I felt incredibly lonely when I hadn’t spoke to her. It literally seemed like everything had turned upside down, and I didn’t know what was going on, because I was just a kid (18) at this point, who never really believed in romantic love (despite being a romantic myself, odd, I know).

This continued for about two months, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I called her up one day, and when she answered, all I could manage to stammer out was “Be mine. Come be with me, I’ll make you happy.” and she said “You just did.”

She moved out here a month later, and we had an amazing relationship for three years. We were engaged. Everything was perfect, I thought we’d have a storybook ending. But, sadly, not everything works out perfectly. She passed away in a car accident about 2 months before our wedding.

Love sticks with you, not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. But, I know that she was happy and had no regrets, and I’m so incredibly glad that I was able to bring her that happiness.

That’s just my little story. It’s a little sad, and every time I tell it my heart beats furiously, and I almost always shed a tear, lol. I’d also be happy to answer any questions anyone might have, one of the ways I honor her memory.