There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more...

Warning:
This is a post in which I am filled with angst and boyfriend gushing.
Therefore, if you dislike such things do not read!

I went to the middle of nowhere Indiana this past summer. It was a good experience. I learned a lot, met some cool people, did what I love best, and was able to create theatre.
I also just so happened to meet an amazing guy.

I didn't intend on that happening. I was going to do the whole single college gal thing and just not be with anyone. Whelp that all went out the window when Phill came into my life. If you ever so desired, you could ask him about it. I tried. I really did try. I said no, let's be friends. I genuinely did want to be his friend. His buddy. A guy in theatre who likes football? No way I'm going to mess with that potential friendship.

Well Phill and my subconscious both had other plans.

So anyways we began dating. Just for the summer, you know. Just for a few weeks.
Once again - once again I was proven wrong. A few dates, summer thing morphed into a long distance relationship.

And you know what??? I'm ridiculously happy about it. It's not something that I set out looking for, or actively pursued in the beginning, but somehow that makes it better.
If I had gone to Indiana this summer looking for an amazing guy just for the sake of not being single I would not have been as happy as I am now. I had zero expectations, so to find a guy who exceeds any sort of standard I could ever hope to expect is just mind blowing.

Phill is amazing. He makes this long distance thing seem like nothing. He manages to make me happier than any other individual has ever been able to. I mean he's 12 hours away and I can't even be all that sad because just having him want to be a part of my life makes me happy. I mean we're talking crazy person happy here. I get a gigantic idiotic smile on my face just getting a random happy text message from him.

I am so fortunate to have him in my life and I thank God every day that Phill is crazy enough to like me.
So yeah. Thus concludes me being an obnoxious 13 year old girl for the time being.
Now about that theatre history paper due in a few hours...

~Marley