Balls to the wall...

Okay, so heres the REAL skinny for the people I actually care to know it all, and possibly for ppl who have no clue who I am anyway. I have been dating a 21 yr old American Beauty named Melanie for....almost 8 months. At the 7 month mark we got VERY confused about trivial things that were severly magnified by the fact that we live 9 hours apart and subsequently broke up. Not long after the break up was a reunion, followed by a break up and a reunion. Now, for those of you who know me, Im sure youre thinking "what the hell are you doing Terry?" The answer is simple, I love her. The "issues" we had, and continue to have are trivial at best and made worse by the distance between us. In fact, the thought of all this distance with no real end in sight was likely the final nail in the coffin. I figured it was best, and in all honesty, wasnt overly "terry upset" about it. (for those of you unfamilliar, Im FAMOUS for crying in front of ppl, even moreso for crying over drama I created myself). Then, as we were really just trying to clear the air in everything, it hit me....like...it was...real. I love her. Thats it. Not I NEED her...not I have to have her...not I need the sex. I love her. I want her. And so, I made the decision to relocate to anywhere in this country she wanted to go, although that looks like the greater SFU area. So, if all works out on her end, I will move to be with her, and to give this the best shot I can. "Youre moving for a girl?" No Im not. Im moving so in 5 years I wont have to ask myself "what if?" Thats worth the move to me. Not to mention that puts me within half an hour from my family and some very good friends. So, for those that cared, Im in lovely love with a lovely lady from the USA, and this is what that part of my life looks like.