We met on Skype. Exactly one year ago. It all started with a simple message.
"Nice profile picture!"
I quickly replied with a thanks. My profile picture was a picture I took of a castle in Ireland where I lived. It was Ashford Castle.
"What's your name?"
"Matt." The stranger replied.
"I'm Taylor."
We had a long talk over message about things that we were interested in. We had lot in common. We both liked ceol (music), drawing, anime, skittles, silly things like that. I liked him. He was nice, sweet, and kind.
"What aimsir (time) is it for you?"
"What?" he replied.
"Do you not speak Irish?"
"Not at all! I live in America. We don't speak Irish. :P"
I was confused. I've never met someone from America. People say it's a dirty place. But Matt seemed so nice. Curiosity came over me. I asked many questions about America and he asked a lot about Ireland. I learned so much about it. They have a thing called an elevator. I think he means a lift. Our beatha (lives) are very different from each others.
Hours went by and we continued to talk. I was six hours ahead of him, so I had to go to bed earlier than him. I had an aisling (dream) about what he looked like. I imagined him with black fluffy hair and the most bluest eyes I have ever seen. But I was wrong.
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RomantiekTaylor and Matt are inseparable. Thousands of miles away can not stop their love. Even when times get tough and they feel darkness creeping in every corner. They try their best to stay together. Will they meet? Or will the distance get the best of...
