The love story I had with my ex is pretty unique and lovely! He found my kik on my instagram in August 2012 (he was 15 and I was 16), and we started talking and skyping. Then for some reason we didn't talk until February 2013, when I was dating someone already. After I broke up, I started talking to him again, and we promised each other we were gonna meet during the summer.
So I convinced my parents and they let me go to Northeastern New York (where he lives) by myself (I live in Italy). I even had to change two airplanes because I had to land in Albany. I stayed at his house (his mom and mine had become friends so it was alright).
While I was there I met his friends and family and they all loved me! I still talk to some of them sometimes. We even both had our first, (second, third and fourth) time and we just didn't expect to feel that connection. Seeing how his little cousins loved me, he even said he wanted to have kids with me one day. The best week of my life, I'll never thank my parents enough for paying $1,600 to let me go there.
Then we broke up, he wanted to stay friends but I didn't because I wanted to keep those memories forever, and I don't miss him. But still it was the best week of my life and I fulfilled my teenage dream
