I'm in love, but we're going to be over 1,300 miles apart next year...

So after 4 cruddy relationships that lowered my self esteem immensely and made me truly doubt the existence of love, I finally found #5. He's tall, brown haired and hazel eyed, and he's built pretty well. He plays hockey, so he's especially fit and takes care of himself. When I first started knowing him as a friend, I'd always thought he was good looking, but that he was also a douchebag. He wore the tall socks, had a bieber haircut, listened to rap music, etc. It wasn't until my friend's anti-prom party that I began to see him as anything else. We were close at the party, despite him being a year younger than me. He offered to dance with me, and so we did, twirling beneath string lights to "Can't Help Falling In Love With You" by Elvis Presley. I remember thinking to myself how great it was, and it was then that I started to see him as something more. Fast forward to my senior year, we ended up having study hall together first semester and it was AMAZING. For the first few weeks we began to talk more and I noticed him giving me that same stare that had been the precedent for all of my previous relationships. We found a few more things in common, but we still were very different. Then came the Sadie Hawkins dance (where the girl is required to ask the guy). I had had my eye on the Italian exchange student for a while, hoping to help him assimilate into our school, as my dad had to go through the same thing going to school in France. He also happened to be really dreamy 😂. But before I could make a move he was gone, and I had been single for so long that I knew I needed to ask somebody. Plus, it was my senior year, and I had absolutely nothing to lose. So my friend suggested asking #5, and so I did, using only a guitar pick that said "I pick you for twirp" on it in sharpie. He said yes, and I was nothing short of ecstatic. We went and had an amazing time, but I was still wary about how he felt about me. He seemed something like nervous or slightly distant within the first few weeks, and I had the impression that he only wanted sex from me. But that changed so much. In the 6 months that we have been together, I have found a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, a tree to hug, arms to wrap around me and keep me safe, and constant words of motivation. Once a douchebag, he slowly but surely became so caring and passionate and respectful, never doing anything I wouldn't like and always making sure there was not only consent but actual want. He makes me feel so beautiful every day, and I'm almost convinced that one day I'd like to marry him.