Changed Forever

I could go on forever telling stories of how Lauren and I got to know each other better and better during the summer of 2012. We did our fair share of running from each other (I am comfortable enough with my masculinity to admit that I was running from her for a wee bit) and there is so much irony that has gone on between us that would take too much time to explain it all (a lot of it would be misunderstood, or seen as sappy... but there IS quite a story to tell.)

So, to get the whole story. . .talk to one of us. . .or both of us. I want to tell the story of this Christmas break.

Lauren. . .well, she freaked. I surprised her (BIG TIME). Her parents and I were in cahoots about me flying down to Tampa through the night and surprising her. When I walked into the kitchen, she nearly broke the coffee mug she was holding and started hyperventilating.  Lauren's mom and I finally explained the secrets of the deception and Lauren and I enjoyed four days of Christmas break together.

The next morning, I had the most amazing talks with her father and mother about many, many subjects, including about Lauren's and my friendship. To quote Dr. Lopez, "Getting to know each other for a reason." That was so beautifully put. 

What would you call us? 

Boyfriend and Girlfriend? Too casual. . .and not descriptive enough. Too broad.

Dating? Well, we live two states away for now. But then again, everyone defines the "dating" label differently. . .but is that label necessary? 

The next day--or more accurately--the next night, Lauren and I were at Wiregrass walking around Barnes 'N Nobles where we sat down by a coffee shop and started talking. Lauren wanted to know how my talk with her parents had gone and what I was thinking about different things, but my agenda was slightly different. I wanted to make her a promise. I promised Lauren that I would exclusively commit to her. I would pursue her for a purpose and continue to get to know her for a reason.

So am I dating? Sort of. 

Do I have a girlfriend? Tons, actually. . .I happen to be a very social person. But no, not "a girlfriend" how the world defines it.

Better than all of those: 

I have a Sweetheart