That Girl

I never thought that I’d be "That Girl." The one who gets the fairytale ending with the guy of her dreams — the guy who’s too perfect to put into actual words; the one who checks off all of your “must-haves” on your ever-changing perfect-guy list. But, since November, I’ve been Her.

Each day, I wake up reassured that I am treasured, valued and loved. Cue the puke! I would be right there with you, sneering at the gross romanticism, but it’s different when it’s happening to you.

It’s true, love happens when you least expect it, and it really is the surprise that gets you. It’s almost as if, just when you thought there’s no one else out there for you, just when you believed you were being punished for all the terrible mistakes you’ve made in the past, God blesses you.

And, just like that, things change. I’ve gone from being "That Girl" to being that girl in a long-distance relationship. Again. The overall situation sounds dismal, but, in reality, the difference between being in a relationship and being THAT GIRL in a relationship, is that I’ve found the one — a recent question my older sister asked me, to which, my reply was: “Yes.”

Because, I had. Well, at least the one that I’d be fighting for, the one I’d endure a whole continent’s distance (New York to be precise) to be with. This time, the distance seemed irrelevant.

Also, he hasn’t left yet, but he will soon. He'll be leaving to pursue better opportunities for his career and to be closer to his sisters, who both live in New York. But, as I gear up for the move and separation, I will be focusing on my own career and my own goals, so that one day our careers and goals might link up and the foreverness may continue.

The way I see it is, I’ve waited my whole life to be treated in a way that I deserve, and to be with the person that I’m supposed to be with — so what’s a little distance? Wish us luck.