My fiancée Jim and I met seven years ago at a concert when we were both 16. I loved him the minute I saw him standing in a bright yellow tee and mismatched shorts, and haven’t stopped since.
In 2006 we headed to different colleges, I to Penn State and Jim to Syracuse University.
The catch? He was a Division 1 football player for one of the best programs in America pursuing a degree in biochemistry with hopes of becoming a doctor. Not ideal for a long distance relationship.
Jim maintained a 3.9 GPA and was named a 2010 Academic All American, but it is the four hour drives to Penn State after devastating losses, the phone calls just to say “I love you,” the handwritten letters and stunning flowers sent to my dorm every month that make our long distance love story one of a kind.
When my mom was diagnosed with a rare lung disease last year, Jim was by my side every step of the way. He commuted back and forth from Syracuse to Philadelphia, visiting the hospital and constantly checking in. His dedication to me shone during this time.
After four long years apart, we are finally in the same city while Jim attends medical school at Jefferson. He proposed to me this past weekend on our seven year anniversary.
When people ask me if it is hard to date someone in med school, my response is always the same. Not when that person is Jim.