It was 2008, the month of May, and after coming out of a relationship that lasted just on the edge of 6 months, a close friend of mine showed me a picture of Jeremy in a high school year book from the previous year and it was also the yearbook of a school I didn't go to.. He was part of the graduating class so I swore he wasn't ever going to be within reach again and it added to the sadness and loneliness I was already feeling. I put the thought of him aside, or at least tried to. During that time I was still very new to Facebook and only had a small handful of friends. One mutual friend led to another, and I stumbled upon Jeremy's profile.
Seeing his profile, looking through his photos like a creep and waiting for hours to decide whether I should send him a friend request or not; I finally did and within two days I got a request confirmation and a message in my Facebook inbox asking who I was and how I knew him. One big question in my mind was that if he ends up liking me as much as I like him, how will this possibly work if he lives in Canada? After some casual conversation he let me in on knowing of his plans to come to Jamaica in less than 2 weeks and we exchanged phone numbers. I knew he was in Jamaica the day he called, after leaving 18 missed calls behind (so adorable how he kept trying to reach me even after so many missed calls), somehow I heard my phone ring on the 19th time and answered. First big blunder is that I didn't recognise his voice and totally called him by my ex's name. Then he said "this is Jeremy". Second mess up is how nervous and shaky I was while I was talking to him. My heart was racing and all I could imagine was what he would be like in person. That same day he came up to my house, and I finally got to meet him. I got to hear his true voice, see how he moves and nervously make conversation. He got to watch me trip over my own feet and almost burn what I was cooking. He was all I wanted to draw in my sketchbook and he would watch me draw him, too. We spent hours outside watching the sky and asking questions about each other We have been together ever since those three weeks getting to know each other and falling in love. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the new emotions I was having, but it's okay because he still gives me butterflies when he calls or comes through the door after being at work all day.
We spent 3 years in a long distance relationship, sometimes not seeing each other from 5 to 8 months at a time. I only got to visit Canada once during the winter, but over the course of those 3 years he did his best to visit each summer, two winters, and made it for my birthday. We wrote letters, sent presents and spent more time on the phone than I ever had. I decided that when it was the time to pick out a college to go to after high school, it had to be in Canada somehow.
I moved to Canada in the summer of 2011. And despite the long winters, which I'm still getting used to, it was the best decision of my life.
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