One of the many reasons behind my sudden move is love. I say sudden because up until December of last year I had only dreamed about moving down here. I never really had the financial backing or reason to move. All that changed on December 24, 2009 when George randomly sent me a text message. I hadn’t heard from him in over a year.
George and I have known each other since 2004. We had known of each other prior to that due to attending the same high school and a couple of mutual friends. One friend always called him “Gorgeous George”. One day in 2004 one of those friends brought George over to my house where I was throwing a party. We got along and he became a regular at my house. He got me hooked on “Babylon 5″ and we would spend many nights watching it.
One night, we had a little too much to drink. We were flirting and he made the simple statement: ”I have never kissed anyone with a tongue ring before.” I offered to let him experience it. We ended up making out. As time progressed it became sexual. He didn’t want a relationship and neither did I.
On New Years Day 2005 he left for Nebraska to attend college. I realized I had fallen in love with him. The night before he left he took me out to dinner. When we got back to my place we were talking in the car. I told him I loved him. He said he had feelings for me too but wasn’t sure if it was love. We hugged and I got out of the car. The next morning I saw him off at the ferry terminal. My heart was shattered.
We kept in contact. We would talk on MSN or we would call each other. One February night he called me. He had been drinking. He confessed that he did in fact love me and missed me. That once the semester was over he would come back to Juneau. I felt a whole range of emotions. When we hung up I knew he shouldn’t have called me and said those things. I knew nothing would come of it. I was right. Two weeks later I received an email from him. It told me he had met a girl and they were dating. He really liked her. I was so devastated. This girl later became his wife.
We still talked occasionally and we would visit whenever he came to town. One time he brought his girlfriend with. She was very nice. Very likable. I got an invitation to their wedding. Of course, I couldn’t afford to go. We conversed a little bit here and there after they got married. It always seemed like he would reach out to me when they were having problems. I still cared for him.
During this time I had developed a serious relationship of my own. I was one hundred percent devoted to my boyfriend and eventual fiancé. We were together from September 2005 to July 2007. It was extremely painful to learn the person I loved and cared about so much was cheating on me our entire relationship. We tried to repair the damage and stay together but eventually it just wasn’t happening.
We still lived together until June 2008. It was very difficult for me to let go and move on. Even after I made him move out I still wanted things to work out between us. Eventually I realized we were not meant to be more than friends. It took me an extremely long time to get over him and all the pain he caused me.
It had been over a year since George and I had last talked when he messaged me last Christmas Eve. I was surprised to see his name when my phone went off. Even though it had been so long, the conversation flowed like we had never been out of touch. He was shocked when I asked how his wife was. He forgot that he hadn’t told me about the split. I felt sad for him, but I was secretly excited to hear he was single again.
It just so happened that a couple days prior, a guy I was flirting around with revealed himself to be someone who didn’t mesh with me. I was single and available. George and I talked all through the holiday and eventually it came to be that we were a couple. I can’t remember exactly when we established this. It felt like a fantasy to have him back in my life.
In February I came down to visit him. I wanted to take the opportunity to make sure there was still an attraction and spark between us. We spent an entire week together just wondering around Portland and having a great time. It felt like home. It felt perfect. He and I felt perfect. It all clicked the night before I went back to Juneau that this is where I belong. That was when I decided to move down here for good.
I have not regretted that decision. I am so happy to be here. I am so happy to be with George. It is my personal fairy tale.