Meeting my long-distance bf

I first met my long-distance boyfriend on the 21st of March this year. We had been in a relationship for 3 months at that point, going on 4, and had known eachother for about two months more. As you can tell it had not been long, and there was not much planning in addition, the whole thing was pretty rushed on both sides. I had not told my mother, or anyone in my family for that matter, which inherently meant we could not roam outside freely without the fear of being seen. I definitely would not recommend doing what I did, always be careful when you're meeting your online friends irl. In my case it turned out just fine thankfully, actually, more than fine, it was great.

He had to take the bus from the airport, since none of my family knew about him therefore nobody could pick him up. I was waiting for him at the bus stop, our predetermined meeting spot, talking on the phone with my friend whom I was supposedly with, practically freaking out meanwhile she was also freaking out, possibly more than me. I quickly hang up the call as the bus stopped in front of me and I saw him step out. I can picture the moment very clearly, it's possibly my happiest memory. He stepped out the bus and I recall he looked at me with the cutest, most precious awkward smile in the whole world. Without even thinking I ran up to him and hugged him like I'll never get the change again in my life. It was the best hug I've ever given and received, the happiest I've ever been. I never wanted to let go.

After some time of hugging there, we broke the hug and began walking towards the apartment in which he'd be staying. My voice and legs were trembling from now anxious I'd been the whole time, I was having trouble speaking in English as it's not my first language and I was nervous, overall it was pretty awkward as you can imagine. Also, right before we checked him into his apartment/hotel whatever it was, he saw the sea for the first time there with me, and there I got my boots wet and covered in sand. Off to a great start for me and not making a fool of myself.

Getting to the apartment, I began noticing certain things. His mannerisms were all the same as when we'd chat online, yet felt so different. The way he spoke, his movements, his actions, his jokes; all the exact same, but it made my mind turn a bit. It was truly a unique experience meeting in real life after having known eachother exclusively online for months, seeing how human he is beyond the screen, how real it feels, it made everything feel even more genuine whereas before there was always a bit of tension, not knowing what to say, awkward silence, being shy overall.

After this we grew significantly closer, of course. Meeting him in real life was the highlight of my year, and maybe all before it. I'll forever remember the way he looked at me and his stupidly cute smile and how it felt to hug him, to feel his body against mine and hold him so tight we could merge together. Finally being allowed the privilege of hugging the person dearest to me, I felt blissful, despite all the anxiety, the fear of being caught in my lies, I was happiest, right there with him by my side.

I can picture his eyes, the way he looked into mine, I can visualise it so clearly. I can visualise our first kiss, snuggled up together on the bed, legs hanging off in a room completely silent. I can picture how I was in his arms, how our faces were so close together and how I glanced down at his lips and then back up to his eyes. I was practically begging for him to kiss me finally.

Now he'll be visiting me again next week, and I couldn't feel more exctatic about it.