LDR Blues: Being Together for the First Time

Dear 14-Year-Old Wannie,

I am writing to you again! I know I wrote you a very short letter last month as a reply to the letter you had written me way back in 2003 but I just want to share about this particular great moment. Of all the yes-no questions you asked about your future, there’s only one I can say “yes” to. Surprisingly, it was this one:


“Have you met Marte (personally)? I hope so…”

Yes! Who would have thought, right? I mean, he’s only someone you’ve met on-line and he’s living in the United States. In the letter, you didn’t mention that he was your crush, probably because you were thinking you’ll feel embarrassed about it in the future. Haha. But I do know you have that feeling about him. ❀

I wasn’t expecting that the friendship you have will continue and even grow into a long-distance relationship (Read: How It All Began). It was 2010 when you became closer again and he asked you to be his girlfriend and regardless of the consequences, you said yes. He was planning to go to the Philippines to be with you on your birthday that year but for some reason, he wasn’t able to. He tried many times to go home in Manila but there was always a problem.

I was worried because it felt like I only had a virtual boyfriend. “What if he sees me in person and he didn’t like the way I look? Will he break up with me? What about his smell? What if I kiss him and he has bad breath?” Seriously, I used to think about that stuff. Haha. Then, I know he’s not that tall because his past two girlfriends were taller than him. He often used to say that I might be taller than him and I was thinking, oh please no, I’m already too small. We used to measure ourselves just to compare.

After two years of waiting, he was finally able to schedule his trip to the Philippines. 2012 was such a good year for me. I was working in a call center that time and I had only been in training for almost three months. I was hoping I could get approved for a three-week vacation (without pay) and my team leader that time helped me to get it. Yeah!

I was trying to lose weight since I found that it’s really going to happen now. I’m still chubby, you know, but he said I should stop worrying on how I look. A week before, I went to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned. I went to the beauty salon to have my hair treated and my nails done. I went to the mall to buy new clothes. It was stressful but I was really really excited.

Then, the day we’re both waiting for came. I still went to work that day. His arrival would be at 11 p.m. so I just stayed in our office (which is inside a mall, by the way) while waiting. I was wearing my old pink polo shirt. I knew it was fit but I decided to wear it because I want him to notice my curves as he walks towards me in slow motion, then hugs me. Well, that’s how it was in my imagination. So, I only ate sandwich for dinner to keep my tummy flat (as if!).

My job was done at about 4:00 so I was really trying to kill time. His dad who just lives in Quezon City picked me up from the mall at about 10:00 p.m. It was also my first time to see his dad and I felt like I was starstruck. I mean, he’s handsome. Now, I’m more excited to see Marte!

I only put some powder on my face because he’s not a big fan of make-up. We arrived at the airport and now I’m getting nervous more than ever. It was already pass 11 and we still couldn’t see him. His dad’s phone rang and it was him! He said he’s looking for us. It looked like we were in the wrong airport. (I know, right?) So, we drove to next airport which was only about 5-minutes away.

I was looking out the window, searching for him. Until finally, I saw him with his huge luggage. He was wearing a white T-shirt. He was big! I couldn’t see his face well because it was dark. Our van stopped over on where he stood. His dad got out of the van to greet him and help him with his stuff and I just heard him ask, “Where’s Wannie?”

There I was, sitting inside the van. He hugged me. Tight. It was different from my imagination but it was way, way better.

We went to a seafood restaurant afterwards. It still felt a bit awkward. I didn’t know how to act around him. I wanted to hold his hand but I was too shy.

Marte's Arrival (First Pic Together)

This is our first picture together. Too bad it’s dark. 😦

After 17 days together, I felt more comfortable being with him. It was fun! I asked him what was his first impression when he saw me and he said that the first thing he noticed was my tummy. Haha. That was funny because I was really expecting I would be standing for our first hug. I’m glad he’s taller than me. πŸ™‚ And I miss his smell! I miss everything about him! We regret that we didn’t take a lot of pictures of ourselves together but here are some for you.1047946_10202305023928636_561340416_oI’m sorry that my letter got too long. It just feels good to share these things with you. Just continue bugging him on Friendster. Oh, have you heard of that site? Oh well, you might discover it real soon. Just don’t flirt with him (yet)! I know, you won’t. Haha.

Your awesome 25-Year-Old self,

>>>This is my response to Writing 101, Day Twelve: (Virtual) Dark Clouds on the Horizon and Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern. The word is “Yes”.
>>>Daily Prompt: Delayed Contact


9 thoughts on “LDR Blues: Being Together for the First Time

  1. Chelle says:

    Aww this is so cute! You sound like me with your thoughts when you were questioning if he would like the way you look. The smell question was funny that has never crossed my mind! Honestly unless someone is a fraud and using someone else’s picture, there’s no reason for the other person to freak out. I find that pictures don’t do people justice at times.
    So when will you see each other again?


  2. signorinamelrice says:

    Waaaaan! This is just so cuuuute and beautiful and exhilarating and just aaaaargh. :)))) sorry for my being hyper. Hahaha.

    Wow, am so happy for you. πŸ™‚
    Looking forward to your wedding post. ^_^

    Wishing you the best things in life,


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