Brandon Kelton Liston

So I thought I'd explain how me and my boyfriend got together and such. It makes for a cute story IMO! So back in high school Brandon and I had an art class together and that class was one of the most fun classes I ever had in high school because of all the guys on my table. We texted a bit and even hung out once or twice, but I was never that interested. I was still head over heels in love with Derrick (or maybe it was Jesse at the time). So life went on, and I guess Brandon moved to Alaska by himself and worked at an airport over there for about a year as I went to my first year of college. That following summer I heard from my brother, who had used to work with him, that Brandon got into a really bad car accident and he might have permanent brain damage. A couple days later I actually texted him to see if there was any chance he'd text back. He did! And apparently the brain damage rumor had been just that...a rumor! However, he still was very hurt and the cop had even pronounced him dead at the scene of the accident. He obviously DID live, but the man in the other vehicle did not. If you were wondering, it wasn't Brandon's fault. Although he doesn't remember what happened, there were witnesses, and they said Brandon was driving down the road just as he should, but the other guy tried to make a U-turn cause he probably couldn't see anything coming because of all the trees in the way so he went for it. Unfortunately this resulted in the head-on collision and the death of the man. I remember texting Brandon and him telling me how his jaw was wide shut, his wrist broken, his sternum broken, and how he could hardly walk. Despite everything that had happened, he said atleast there had been something good to come out of it: Me. Besides evading death, he had also saved his friend Ben's life one night after Ben overdosed on Heroin. He gave CPR until the paramedics arrived, praying to God to let Ben live. Remarkably, despite being under 50% oxygen for over 5 minutes, Ben survived with no lasting damage. This, and the fact that Brandon had grown up with military parents, was the reason he decided he wanted to become an AF Pararescue...one of the most deadliest things you can do in the military. When he told me this at first, I only thought it to be "hot". I remember on our first date I had borrowed a wheelchair from my work and had driven to his house to pick him up. With his jaw still wired shut, I could barely make out what he was saying, but I still remember that date being so much fun! We went to the Ogden mall and watched Bruno, followed by some shopping and bumping into a few people we both knew. He also bought me a WAY cute pair of pants and then bought himself a few shorts form Zumiez, where we ran into my old Cheerleading advisor Mrs. Williams. We continued to date from then on; he would take me to movies and to places like Sizzler and Olive Garden to eat, and couldn't help but notice how good he treated me compared to others guys I had dated. He was a complete gentleman. SINCERELY nice. When I finally moved to Logan for school we started spending every minute with each other. Finally, on October 2, 2009, after enduring a full night of his friends making jokes about women, he asked me to be his girlfriend. "Any girl who can put up with my friends that long is the girl for me." He had said. Our relationship continued to grow leaps and bounds, and he even told me he was in love with me. He would do anything he could to make me happy. I truly cared about him, but I was not yet in love. This bothered me. Brandon was perfect, so why couldn't I just be in love with him? Also, could I even see myself marrying him if we DID fall in love? If he were to make a career out of being a Pararescue, he would most likey live out of country, moving every two to three years. Could I handle that? Could I handle being away from my family for even over a month? Could I raise kids moving around like that, hardly ever seeing their other relatives and saying goodbye to their friends every couple years? Plus, what about me? I wouldn't see him a lot...and what if he died? What then? All these questions were constantly in the back of my mind when him and I were together. I wasn't yet in love with him, but I couldn't see myself being without him. He was like my best friend and his best friends had even became my good friends. They were the only people I usually even hung out with. The questions inside my head made me irritable, emotional, and angry, and so I took it out on Brandon. For maybe a month I'd be short with him and distant, not letting him know what was really on my mind. I even broke up with him 3 differetn times in that time. I'd find myself getting mad at him over stupid things and not knowing why I was doing this to the both of us. One night in particular, he drove to my place late at night to talk about things. He said he didn't know where the Brooke he fell in love with went, and was doing everything he could to make me happy and to keep us together. I cried because I felt guilty about what I had been doing. It reminded me of my past "relationships" where I had acted the way I did because the guys I dated would play mind games and treat me badly. But Brandon wasn't doing any of that. I realized I needed to change before I ruined the amazing relationship I had with Brandon. As of right now, things are amazing. We love each other very much, and even though I'm still trying to figure out which love it is on my part, I still would give the world for him. And plus, I'm only 19. :)