‘Til We Meet Again
In case you aren’t already aware, my boyfriend Kevin has ventured off on an LDS, Spanish speaking mission to Baltimore, Maryland. As much as I’d like to talk about how proud I am of him (I will, don’t worry), I would first like to tell you our story.
We became officially acquainted at the beginning of my junior year in high school (his sophomore year) at the “Back to School Night” celebration. It was an all night party at the school with blow up obstacle courses, a hypnotist, games, food, and dancing. Both of our groups of friends left us on the dance floor, so we ended up dancing together. We literally danced all night. The following Monday he switched into my theatre class. We sat next to each other, passed notes, and made bucket lists together.
One day he passed me a note that had just the numbers for an act, a scene, and a line (from our play script). The line was “can I hold your hand or something?” We held hands in the hall that day. I remember thinking it was so scandalous because we weren’t dating at the time~
Our first kiss was that Friday, and was an accident: My friend and I were leaving a football game at the school in her truck and I saw him, so I whistled. I called him over for a hug and went to kiss him on his cheek, but he moved. It ended up being a corner-of-the-mouth kiss, like the ones in plays.
After another week of the whole we-both-like-each-other-but-don’t-have-balls-to-say-anything, we finally made it official. After the next football game he gave me a hug and said
Kevin: I like hugs from Kori.
Me: And I like hugs from Kevin.
Kevin: I like… Kori.
Me: … I like Kevin.
Fast forward about a year and the story picks up with me investigating the church. I started going with his family every Sunday, and taking lessons from the sister missionaries. Kevin was able to baptize me; becoming a member was the best decision I ever made. I don’t know what I’d do if Kevin hadn’t found me.
Fast forward two more years and here we are;
I am now living in a city about an hour from home and going to school, and he is preparing to serve a two year mission. I’m very excited for him, but scared at the same time. I’m scared I won’t be good enough when he comes home, that we fall out of love, or that he won’t come home at all. I am a walking anxiety problem, and right now it is really tough to be strong.
He made me a stuffed animal for my birthday when I turned 18. I have decided to take it places while he’s gone, and take pictures with it. The plan is to send one to him every week or two, so he knows I am always thinking of him. Here we all are together:
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I will continue to update this page with news about Kevin’s mission.
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This is us kissing goodbye. We didn’t plan on it, just a hug, but he tricked me! This is the last picture I took with him <3
Currently I can’t really be sad that he’s not here; I mean, of course I miss him, but I am so excited that I can’t bring myself to cry over him… Then again, he hasn’t been gone for very long. I know it will kick me in the butt soon enough.
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I now have a Missionary Girlfriend Vlog channel and would love to hear from some more MGs!:
https://www.youtube.com/user/OhCherryFig?feature=mhee
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