Eat your pathetic romance-novel-writing heart out, Danielle Steele! 
I never thought I’d get sucked into this story. But if you listen hard enough you can hear the sound of me getting sucked in, like a piece of lint getting sucked into the swirling vortex created by a giant Hoover World Vac! ~Slllliiiippp! ~
Hamlet, I have tears streaming down my cheeks after reading your sweet and eloquent, “I looked into her eyes and told her something that I meant with all my soul: I’ll wait for you.” You’ve just changed my long-held belief that lawyers don’t have a heart, not to mention a soul. 
So glad there’s finally some lip-lock action going on! Can’t wait to read more! I hope this has a happy ending, complete with lots of little Hamlets!
You’re giving hope to those of us who have spent more than our fair share pining away for someone who wasn’t over an ex…I’m not sure, though, whether that’s a good or a bad thing. (For me, anyway; you, by all means go for it!)
And awwww, shucks, how sweet…but I hope for your sake this story doesn’t stay sweet forever. Some spice would probably be much welcomed by this point by the participants (or at least one of them).
He wasn’t a lawyer yet. They don’t take your soul until third year, when it’s too late. 
Haj
Hamlet, where are you buddy? It’s been HOURS since you’ve graced us with an installment! The only acceptable reason for making us wait this long is that you’re with Lou and you’ve have been… Let’s see, how can I put this delicately? I think danceswithcats put it best, “slamming her like a Kansas screen in a tornado” And if that’s what you have been doing, we want to hear all about it! Come on, you know you want to tell us!
Anyone want me to freshen their cocktail while I’m up?
[auntnut, who just checked her email, and saw another post in this highly addictive thread, got so excited that she ran to claim her seat in the front row of the growing audience…and, halfway down the aisle, tripped over hajario’s feet, and landed squarely in it’sjustme’s lap…]
Why don’t the hotties ever land in my lap?
You’re welcome it’sjustme.
Haj
Awwwwww…you just made my evening!
Auntnut, I couldn’t help but notice when you landed squarely in my lap, you are a hottie.
But, I’m a girl-doper. Am I still supposed to thank you Haj? If I am, thank you Haj! 
Oh, and next time, Haj, could you please trip a hottie boy-doper for me?
Thank you Haj!
Hamlet, where are you?
Sorry for the delay
From the beginning, Cute Sweatshirt Wearing girl had made perfectly clear that our relationship had an expiration date. As soon as law school graduation came, we would be breaking up. She absolutely refused to become involved in another long-distance relationship, and she was very afraid of getting hurt again. I agreed, mostly to appease her, but I was also afraid of both those things.
Despite our fears, the next year and a half was one of the best in my life. We were happily inseparable. We shared the good times (the Summer of wild-monkey Love, the facts of which are not for public consumption) and the bad times (family deaths). She saw me at my best (A trip to Mexico) and worst (one particular anger-driven bender), and she still loved me with all her heart. And I saw her at her best (when she singlehandedly founded a human rights for women organization), and her worst (a multiple hour crying-jag car ride), and I still loved her to pieces. I know this part of the story is more boring than the earlier drama, but, for me, it was the most wondrous time of my life. That’s probably why movies end with the happily ever after rather than describe it for you, it’s too boring.
When graduation was drawing near, we talked about our future together. We agreed to put off breaking up until after the bar exam. On the night we finished the bar exam, while everyone else was blowing off steam, we had a long talk about our lives. Both of us were terrified of trying to carry on a long-distance relationship, but we were both terrified of being without each other too. .
We made a pact, that night. We agreed that our relationship, our love, was the most important part of our lives. Neither of us had a for-sure job offer, and no way of knowing where either one of us would be working. We agreed, no matter what, that whoever got a job offer first, the other would follow. We put each other first, which is exactly the way I had wanted it from the time I first saw her as Cute Sweatshirt Wearing Girl.
In July of the summer after the bar exam I convinced her to renew my boyfriend lease), she had a job interview in a city 5 hours away. Although the interview was on a Friday, she drove there on a Wednesday, and was staying with her best female friend from college. I told her I couldn’t be there for her on Friday, because I was previously scheduled to work and I may be getting a call about my own job. Although she was disappointed in me, she gave me a good bye kiss and took off.
I had decided to surprise her. The romantic in me thought it would be a cute surprise if I just showed up at her friends door with a dozen roses. When Friday rolled around, I ditched work, and drove to her friends house. I got there about dinner time, well after her interview had finished. I rang the doorbell to her friends apartment, and her friend answered the door and just gasped. I put my finger to my lips to indicate it was a surprise, and her friend smiled, whispered to me “You are soooo lucky,” and called “Lou, there’s someone here for you.” When Lou got to the door, I gave her the dozen long-stemmed roses I had picked up. She grabbed the roses, and gave me a semi-playful swat with them, and said “I was so pissed at you for not being home when I called after the interview.” She gave me a huge hug and kiss. “I got the job.”
Well, that was surprise number two of the night. We both figured that the firm would take some time before they offered her the job. Part of me wanted her not to get the job, because I too was waiting for an offer for a job that I really, really wanted.
We went out for a very nice dinner to celebrate, and when we got back to her friends apartment, her friend quickly excused herself to go to sleep. Lou and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, just talking and holding hands. That’s when surprise number three happened.
Lou got really quiet for a while and looked me right in the eye. I could see tears forming in her eyes, as she took my right hand, and knelt down on the floor. Right there, on her friends couch, with our future in doubt, she held my quivering hand and said:
“Hamlet, will you marry me.”
I couldn’t shout “YES!” fast enough.
The week after Lou had gotten her job offer, I got the offer for the job I really wanted. The only problem was that it was a 5 hours drive away from her, she had asked me to marry her, and we had a pact that I would follow her to Chicago, where her job was. O.K., that’s three really big problems. But Lou knew that I wouldn’t be truly happy unless I was doing the kind of law (prosecution), I wanted to, and I couldn’t do that in Chicago.
That was when I learned how much Cute Sweatshirt Wearing Girl really did love me.
She told me to take the job.
She would forgive me for violating our pact. She would try to make a long-distance relationship work. And, most importantly:
She would wait for me.
And she did. We’ve been married for almost 7 years, each more wonderful than the last. We have one Hamlet-ette, and another on the way. We are still, madly and passionately in love.
And sometimes, on special occasions, she’ll wear her college sweatshirt for me.
In fact, she has it on right now.
God, I love her.
I’m gonna jump in first, Hamlet that was beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
I’ve been following this thread for a few days, to busy waiting for the next installment to reply.
I wish you, CSWG and the Hamlet-ette(s) all the best for the future. You’ve brightened at least one dopers day.
Thanks.
SD
That was truely wonderous. Excuse me, I have to go. I have something in my eye.
Haj
…sigh…
Nice.
All together now…awwwww!
Ah.
melts
haj, when you get it out, let me know how. I seem to have the same infliction.
Damn. Does she have a sister?
Wahay! All the best to you both!
So I know this is horribly unromantic of me, but how did you finally work out the logistics?