Turn the hour hand back to when you were holding me.

Story time!
Once upon a time I had a really great story that I held out on my blog because I'm lazy and nobody reads this anyway, then one day I decided to share this mysterious story
Today is that day.
The boy kissing me in front of that dolphin is Mr. Noah. I am absolutely positively crazy about him. It all started when he asked me ( a complete stranger) to prom last year, I couldn't help liking this crazy, funny, cute boy who made me eat my steak with chopsticks, and tried so hard to out-dance me, and blasted Back in Black, and destroyed everyone at paintball, and opened all my doors (which he has continued to do every time we drive for 1 year).  And for some reason he fell for my terrible flirting techniques, outrageous dance moves and not-so-lady-like ability to plaster him with paint. Next thing we knew he was chasing me until I caught him. Noah introduced me to kissing with a magical first kiss slow dancing in the moonlight that knocked the strength out of my knees, turned my entire world upside down, and managed to redefine "home" as wherever he was. And then he went and moved.
Early December the boy who had come to know me in a way no one else ever had moved away to Saudi Arabia. ( I promise I'm not making this stuff up!) and took my heart in his suitcase. Winter was a dreary time trying to figure out who I was and where I was. I knew I couldn't just go back to the girl I was before Noah, and without him I couldn't be the girl I was when he was here, it was a weird time in which I was wrapped in a cocoon of confusion and heart break.
Noah and I decided we should break up. Long distance is much too hard and weird and different. About one week into that we realized breaking up was 100 times harder. So we stayed together over facetime and texts and letters. In that time our relationship was very hard and sometimes we tried to quit, but each time we overcame the stupidness of a 10 hour time difference, and our relationship grew into something even sweeter and more worth it. And I guess that's where I am now. I haven't seen my best friend in person except for a 4 day visit over prom (which was amazing-story to come) but somehow I am even more hopeful about it all. So there you have it. The story of my first love. May there be much much more to come.
The end.