Coincedently, I just met my man of over a year for the very first time this weekend. It seems so strange, how we can be so nervous about meeting these people we know more deeply about than a lot of others who associate with each other physically on a daily basis. But the anxiousness is still there. It's alright. Embrace that excitement- chances are, he's just as nervous as you are.
I remember going to pick him up at the bus station, standing in front and feeling as if I was going to vomit. I couldn't find him, and I began to worry that, despite everything, despite the pictures, the endless daily phone conversations, the silly webcam sessions, I wouldn't recognize him. The panic escalated. We called each other, found out that the buses drop off and pick up passengers at different blocks, and, well. I turned a corner, and there he was, just at the other side of the street, waiting for the light to turn green so he could cross. It seemed ridiculous that I would think that I wouldn't recognize him. That was the longest red light of my life! And then.. the longest, most lovely embrace of my life.
Yes, we were both nervous, we were both awkward; but in that moment all of that was deemed irrelevant. This was the person I've known and loved over unattainable distances. Distances now closed, completed, overcome.
What a feeling. Elation? Perfection? Pure, unfiltered contentedness? I can't describe it. It sounds awfully cliche, though.
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So, maybe an interpretation of someone in much the same situation will help reassure you. You know you love him, and that he loves you, right? That mutuality is all that matters. What's important now is really, truly embracing the time you are able to be with him, and appreciating those amazing technological powers that have allowed you to connect so.
You have him for two weeks, you lucky duck. I only had mine for three days. But, god, did I love each and every minute of them.
So, with this, I wish you luck and love and offer a kindred sort of reassurance and hope.