Ah, the Fall. Such a romantic season. People falling in love.
I fell in love a little over 6 years ago, and am proud to say I still am. Six seems to be a recurring number in relation to my relationship.
See, my boyfriend of 6 years, lives six hours away. It hasn’t always been that way.
We met at a soccer tournament when we were twelve. Coincidentally, we then attended the same high school, and happened to be in the same class in seventh grade. As fate would have it, we were automatically paired to do an assignment together, “Je Vous Presente..” in which we interviewed each other and found out we had much in common.
We fast became friends. In tenth grade, we started dating.
All was wonderful, then he decided to up and leave for New York to further pursue an education in theatre. I had my doubts but we’ve hung in there, and have been together ever since.
Now, he’s in Toronto, and I’m still 6 hours away in Montreal.
I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a column/blog for some time now about love, life, relationships and all the good stuff in between. There’s no time like the present.
Alas, one post down, many, many more to come.