I’m Canadian. My boyfriend is Irish. There are currently 7,156 kilometres between us. So how did we meet?
It all began the summer before my final year of college. It was 8:30pm on a Wednesday, also known as College Night at the local student bar. And, naturally, I was in bed. I got a phone call from one of my friends, contemplated ignoring it, but instead picked up and let her talk me into going out to the bar. By 9pm I was dressed and ready to go, bringing along whatever alcohol I could find around the house. I settled on whiskey, which was strange for me considering I never drink whiskey.
We met up with our other friends and then headed out to the bar. On the way, we came across a group of guys also going to the bar. One of them in particular stood out to me, something about his smile caught my eye. I specifically remember turning to my friend and whispering “hey he’s cute”. So what does this mysterious charming man do? He offers me some of his whiskey, to which I replied “want some of mine?”.
Seán and I spent the entire night talking, which was actually a lot of me smiling and nodding while pretending to understand his accent. It turned out that this was his second night in Canada, and he was visiting with friends for the entire summer. We had an amazing summer together, filled with beach days, picnics, hiking, music festivals, and of course more nights at the student bar. It was so much fun to play tour guide and show him around my city. I even got him to try sushi for the first time, and (thankfully) he loves it! The highlight of my summer was one night in mid July, when we said “I love you” for the first time, on a blanket on the beach under a sky of fireworks.
For a long time we avoided talking about what would happen once summer was over, telling ourselves “whatever’s meant to be will be”. After that fireworks night though, we realized we both wanted more. We decided to do long distance once he returned to Ireland. We were nervous but confident we could make it work. It was heartbreaking saying goodbye to my boyfriend, and not knowing when I would be seeing him next was awful. That first goodbye was about 9 months ago though, and we’re still happy and in love as ever. I went to visit Seán in Dublin for Christmas, and he came to visit me here in Vancouver for my birthday in March. I’m seeing him next in three weeks and I could not be more excited!!!
So that’s the story of how I fell in love with an Irish boy who lives halfway across the world. For all of you in LDRs, I feel ya, and I wish you the best of luck. Long distance relationships aren’t easy, but they are beyond worth it.
“Distance means so little when someone means so much”