Our Story

You know those moments in life that you think would never happen to you? Well, that happened with me. I am a missionary girlfriend (MG for short). Boy, did I not expect this to be me. My idea of how college would be was way differently from what is now, but I'm very happy with how things turned out. I became inspired while reading other MG blogs and I decided to make one of my own journey of waiting for someone I care about. As of right now, Darren hasn't applied just yet, but it will be soon, and he should get his call sometime in the summer. I figured it would be helpful to start writing now because there will be a lot of changes happening very fast, and I would like to share my story with everybody. For my first blog, I decided to give background information on how Darren and I met and what led us to now.

We first met in August 2008. I was seventeen, a senior, and had just recently moved to Georgia from Pennsylvania. Darren was a sophomore and a month away from being sixteen. I first noticed him in my neighborhood on the first day of school when he was walking into his house, and thought to myself, "He looks cute... from the back." We were in marching band together, and we ended up next to each other for opening set, but I didn't know it was the same guy for weeks after that first glance. We didn't talk to each other until the first football game. We were on the sideline watching the other school's band performance. Then, that band started playing "Let's Groove" by Earth, Wind, and Fire. I previously played that song in my old band so I was humming along to it. He then turned around and had a debate as to where or not it was a good song! Talk about first impressions! Just to mess with him I kept on shining the triangle on my shako (hat) in his eyes.

After that first time, we talked from time to time. It ended up feeling like he was stalking me, because he was everywhere! We ended up realizing that we were in the same band class together too (he played tuba, I played flute)! He would always come up to me and start talking, and I'm thinking to myself, "this is a little creepy." Then, he figured out that he and I live in the same neighborhood, and found out where I lived, so he started coming over to my house. However, as all this happened, we became the very best of friends. We were always together. So much that people actually thought that we were dating. We weren't at that time, but he had been dating other girls, so there was always that fine line of being friends and being friendly.

Darren had turned out to be one of those people who was always there for me. He was there when I turned 18 and for my graduation. He's someone I could count on. He was very sweet to me and caring, and during our friendship, I started to fall for him. Little did I know that he fell for me as well.

A year after first meeting, I went to college about an hour away. I promised him before I left that we would keep in touch, and I kept to that promise. We talked just about every night for hours. When I came home, I made sure to see him. One day, I went to his house and we just cuddled on his couch (we were both single at the time, just so you know), and I think we both felt that we were becoming more than just friends. The entire week after that was filled with constant flirting from the both of us. That Thursday I came back home for the weekend. We were texting, and he told me that he just started dating a girl that day! I burst into tears from reading that. I straight out told him that I liked him. He told me that he liked me too, so I asked him decide who he would rather be with, and he chose me :).

Since then, he and I have been through a lot in our relationship, including me transferring to another college this past January that is now two hours away from him. Pretty much our relationship has been long distance the entire time. Also, I knew that he was Mormon ever since we were friends and he knew I was Catholic. I didn't think about it much until we started dating, then I started to become concerned. I knew that Mormon guys most likely became missionaries, and I saw that happen with Darren's older brother, Robert (he will be back November this year from Idaho). I got very worried and upset that I won't be able to see or really talk to him for two years. This wasn't a decision that I made lightly. I thought long and hard about it, and I really cannot imagine my life without him in it. He means everything to me. So, with that, I made the decision to wait for him, and even though I know it will be the hardest two years of my life, in the end, I know it will be worth it.

Summer 2010