So today marks Álvaro and my two year anniversary. That's two years longer than I thought we'd have together. I don't mean to sound cynical, but we had met at the tail end of my study abroad adventure. I was leaving Spain on the first of May, and in that time I would be spending a week in Italy. All in all, that left just two weeks of actual physical time together, not including class and work. Although I had already started forming a plan to come back to Spain, I wasn't expecting a relative stranger to wait a year and a half for me. I figured we'd enjoy a brief but pleasant two weeks together and go our separate ways. That didn't stop me from tearing up when my plane landed on American soil.
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| The first of many photos |
That summer, our Skype conversations became a daily occurance. My parents and friends were, at this point, well aware of my long-distance friend. Eventually, he started dropping hints about visiting the states, and he bought a plane ticket. Thankfully, my parents reacted well (I think) to the news that my friend? would be staying at our house for a month. That trip solidified our relationship status, we spent the next year and a half in a long-distance dance. I flew back to Madrid the following January to meet the parents, and he came to California twice after (once in February, and then again in August).
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| Álvaro's first time in California |
Here we are, two years later, living under the same roof. Hopefully this is only the beginning. Happy anniversary, Álvarito. Te quiero.
