She'd finished Uni studying architecture, found a job straightaway with an eco-friendly firm and realized pretty much right away, that it wasn't for her.
She was working part-time now in her old job and had gone back to Uni to study nursing. Architecture had been her Dad's dream, not her's.
Life was pretty full at the moment, so being in a long distance relationship suited her perfectly.
She'd fallen in love with Dane, as soon as she had looked into those big brown eyes. He was so nervous when he first started talking to her. But he hadn't given up. She loved him just for that.
He wasn't like other boys, all confidence and no substance. She'd almost given up on the idea of ever finding a boy, who had the same longing to serve the world, as she did.
She saw it in Dane, buried underneath his insecurities and his awkwardness.
He'd been a vegetarian since he was nine, and he had this thing with animals and babies. They would practically throw themselves at him trying to win his love. And he always seemed in awe of their innocence and their attention.
She loved that about him the most, his unaffectedness and his gentleness and those big brown eyes. And his muscly arms. Oh and that Brad Pitt, kind of cheeky, smile.
She missed him and thought about him every day, but she was happy he was away. Most of the time.
She knew her studies would suffer if he were around. Another year and she'd be finished the first part of her degree and then she could start her practical.
Or if Dane was still traveling she'd take a year off and join him.
She hoped he'd still be traveling, it was one of the things that kept her going.
That and the long emails that he would send her. He would share everything with her. He was an open book. She loved that he trusted her with all of his innermost feelings and she knew that she could never break that trust and she never would.
She also knew he hated being controlled, a thing his Mother had stirred in him.
Because she was also a free spirit, she knew that would never be a problem between them.
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