Long distance relationship story - a dream
I was around 27yo, from scandinavia. Writing a girl on old site called the experience project.
She was from Georgia (the country).
I was 100% set in my mind on her, unlike women before her.
I said to myself, i want this woman!. And i will make it my biggest effort to get to know her well, and be a good person to her!.
Its nice this way, you own it more, and then its also possible to stand by it more.
Things evolved fast. Around 4 months later or i was standing in the airport of Georgias capital city, Tblisi, in the middle of the night.
She was so sweet, meeting me at the airport, bringing small cakes, coffee.
We spent the night hanging out in the airport because i could not yet check into my hotel.
When we went to the center of the city in a old bus going down bumpy roads of this ex soviet country, i was amazed.
... love + being somewhere entirely new and different does something to you.
Emotions are strong, and the memories formed are strong.
It was not long after that i took the courage to kiss her on a bench.
We went all around the city, holding hands.
I loved walking with her, walking as fast as me.
When i had to go home again, she was crying. Something i never experience before. Someone crying because i am leaving??.
I was struck... sad too.. but strong and positive in my thoughts that we would meet again and figure things out.
Not long after i got home, we agreed that now its "the two of US!" Together.
And my heart was beating so fast.
We would write every day.
Me ordering her flowers, and other.
We tried to plan how to meet again, but something got in the way.
Visa and other needed. Ok.
Things went downhill slowly and in the dark maybe.
I still wanted a lot! I was man on a mission!.
I asked when i could come to her again, but couldnt get any real good time and date..
But i ordered a ticket anyway!!.
And actually.. sometime before that we had broken up.. i dont know when.
.. things had maybe moved too fast, but also there was other concerns.
Anyway, i arrived there again. This time with more days, and a big apartment rented.
But i spent the time there alone. Hoping she would meet me, even if she had said she would not.
We still texted a little, helping me with advise to navigate foreign country.
It was hard days.. in the city i had fallen in love, i was now alone.
But i tried to make the best of it, trying new foods, visiting places.
.. its one of my wildest adventures to date.
It was with a sinking feeling that i left the airport, not having met.
We had a lot of tension after..
She found someone. Now married.
I am happy we still know eachother and talk a little.
Otherwise these best memories of my life would be ghost memories.
I am happy she can share with me that she also cherish these times, and kept some of the things i gave her.
Part of me maybe still can have trouble letting go of this mission all these years after. Its hard when you really invested yourself. But all be well.
She was from Georgia (the country).
I was 100% set in my mind on her, unlike women before her.
I said to myself, i want this woman!. And i will make it my biggest effort to get to know her well, and be a good person to her!.
Its nice this way, you own it more, and then its also possible to stand by it more.
Things evolved fast. Around 4 months later or i was standing in the airport of Georgias capital city, Tblisi, in the middle of the night.
She was so sweet, meeting me at the airport, bringing small cakes, coffee.
We spent the night hanging out in the airport because i could not yet check into my hotel.
When we went to the center of the city in a old bus going down bumpy roads of this ex soviet country, i was amazed.
... love + being somewhere entirely new and different does something to you.
Emotions are strong, and the memories formed are strong.
It was not long after that i took the courage to kiss her on a bench.
We went all around the city, holding hands.
I loved walking with her, walking as fast as me.
When i had to go home again, she was crying. Something i never experience before. Someone crying because i am leaving??.
I was struck... sad too.. but strong and positive in my thoughts that we would meet again and figure things out.
Not long after i got home, we agreed that now its "the two of US!" Together.
And my heart was beating so fast.
We would write every day.
Me ordering her flowers, and other.
We tried to plan how to meet again, but something got in the way.
Visa and other needed. Ok.
Things went downhill slowly and in the dark maybe.
I still wanted a lot! I was man on a mission!.
I asked when i could come to her again, but couldnt get any real good time and date..
But i ordered a ticket anyway!!.
And actually.. sometime before that we had broken up.. i dont know when.
.. things had maybe moved too fast, but also there was other concerns.
Anyway, i arrived there again. This time with more days, and a big apartment rented.
But i spent the time there alone. Hoping she would meet me, even if she had said she would not.
We still texted a little, helping me with advise to navigate foreign country.
It was hard days.. in the city i had fallen in love, i was now alone.
But i tried to make the best of it, trying new foods, visiting places.
.. its one of my wildest adventures to date.
It was with a sinking feeling that i left the airport, not having met.
We had a lot of tension after..
She found someone. Now married.
I am happy we still know eachother and talk a little.
Otherwise these best memories of my life would be ghost memories.
I am happy she can share with me that she also cherish these times, and kept some of the things i gave her.
Part of me maybe still can have trouble letting go of this mission all these years after. Its hard when you really invested yourself. But all be well.
