Hey Self, how about we not fall for the cute British boy who is leaving in two weeks?
Update: I am 90% confident that the feelings are mutual.
UPDATE: WE WENT ON A DATE
Update: 100% mutual. Multiple dates. Multiple nights. Tonight is the last one. I am going to be a wreck in 24 hours.
Welp. Took him to the airport. Made it through the goodbye without crying (or so I thought). I turned away to get back in the car, but he grabbed my hand. While he said, “This is not goodbye,” he slipped a note into my free hand. It was a poem (I’ll post a photo of it later). Luckily I made it into the car before I lost my shit.
Needless to say, I cried a majority of the day, after that.
After a handmade Valentine and daily phone calls, he has changed his flight so he can spend another week with me before heading back to London.
I think I’m falling in love.
UPDATE:
8 months and one month long trip to England later, we are still together.
And it looks like I will be moving to England in about a year.
UPDATE:
7 years (and one very cute baby) later –> we are still together.
Logged in to Tumblr after 5 years just to find this post and update.
It's been 10 years now, and we are still going strong 💘
