the story of us

Hello girls! I am new to this blog and kind of a slacker when it comes to blogging so I am trying to be better.I love my man. Elder Dallin Chadwick Calvert. I though I should introduce us to get started so here is our story...

Dallin and I met when I was 6 and he was 7. We were in the same first grade class and I remember that the moment I saw that cute boy I had the biggest crush on him. His dad is really musically talented and would come to my ward to sing and Dallin would tag along. He tells me that he remembers during sacrament meeting I used to stare at him. That is something that I don't remember but I wouldn't put it past myself. Then when we were in 2nd grade he stood up in the lunch room, on a chair, and made everyone be quiet and shouted: "I love Taylor Spendlove!" He's so dang cute!

Time went on and I always had a crush on him, always. Seeing him has always made my heart beat a million times faster than normal. We've always been really close friends and nothing ever happened with our relationship beyond that for quite a while. We went to school together for 8 years and always stayed really close. The summer before our freshman year of high school we talked on the phone almost every night and without saying it I think we both still knew how we felt about each other. One night while we were on the phone he told me that he wasn't going to the same high school as me and I was devastated because even though our feelings for each other had never gone anywhere the fact that I got to see him every day at school was a constant in our friendship I was really going to miss.

As high school began I realized we were growing apart. I missed him so much and I don't know if there was a day that went by that I didn't think of him. I know that him going to a different high school was better for him because he made better friends but I hated that I couldn't see him every day like I really wanted to. I tried talking to him, I would text him and call him occasionally but he did't really seem to interested and talking to me. Eventually we talked more often and would catch up occasionally but it wasn't like it used to be. It broke my heart and I wanted to let him go so I tried by always having a boyfriend so I wouldn't think about what my heart really wanted all along.

Our junior year of high school I was dating a guy and Dallin had horrible timing. He told me that he still liked me and that he wanted to be with me. I wanted more than anything to be with him but I was dating this other guy. Well he found out, got really mad, and broke up with me. Dallin was there for me, as a friend, when I was going through this, but I don't think that "just friends" was possible. Our feelings for each other were too strong. One day after school was over Dallin had driven to my house and was waiting for me. He got out of his truck as I pulled into my garage. The second I opened my door he was waiting there for me, he pulled me in, and gave me the BEST kiss I have ever had! Finally, after 10 years, we had our first kiss. He came over to my house almost every night after he got off work and we would sit in his truck and talk and cuddle and kiss. I wanted so bad to be with him but it seemed like he was making every excuse for us not to be together and none of them made sense. I was so frustrated with him and I could tell that he was scared of loosing our friendship but I wasn't because I knew that the feeling that we had for each other could only make it better. After about a month of this he was suddenly too busy to come see me and too busy for me to come see him. I was so upset and made another failed attempt or 2 to let him go. He hurt me so bad and I didn't want to feel that any longer.

Senior year came along and I felt further apart from him that I had ever felt before. I was dating a guy who I thought made me happy. Everyone was trying to tell me that I could find someone better but I didn't want to listen to them. We went to prom together, I thought I loved him, but he didn't treat me right and he didn't really beg for me until it was too late. One sunday there was an announcement that my ward and Dallin's ward would have combined sacrament meeting and I got a text from him saying he was excited and thought that maybe our wards would be combined, a few weeks later, they were. I then traveled to Utah for 4th of July weekend and had no service where my grandparents cabin is located. After the weekend was over I had multiple texts from him and we talked the whole drive home from Utah. He was, for the first time, pouring his heart out to me. He told me that he still liked me a lot, and always had, he knew that I always liked him, and he told me that he wanted me to wait for him while he was on his mission. I was scared and reluctantly agreed. I didn't know if i was going to or not but I knew that I loved him. After I got back from Utah he called me one night and I went to hang out with him for a few hours but I still had a boyfriend (who was long-distance) so nothing happened. A few days later we went to see Eclipse together, I wanted so bad to hold his hand but no matter the love I felt for Dallin, I couldn't do it. I broke up with my bf a few days later and the summer ended not to long after and I left to go to BYU-I but not before we shared one last night together and one last kiss.

After I got to school Dallin and I were constantly texting and skyping every night. He got his mission call shortly after I left (I guessed where he was going) and he prepared as I went to school and we continued to talk and grow closer and closer. The idea of waiting for him became more and more real to me and I began praying about it. I went and surprised him for his farewell and we shared one last amazing night together and finally after 13 years he told me that he loves me. He tells me all the time and I now know that waiting is the right thing to do and the more he is on his mission the more I see us being together for eternity. I love him so much and I miss him every day but I know he's doing the right thing and I can't wait for the day when I get to be in his arms again!

Sorry it's kinda long but I know I love the long detailed stories about girls and their missionaries!