When we first met I was 18, he was 20. It all started online. I know you might be thinking...tragic love story...online?
I randomly started chatting with him because I was extremely bored and he himself was also very bored. For about a week we would chat for hours and hours. I found myself laughing in front of the computer screen at the stories he told me. The heart that seemed like it never lived seemed to suddenly start beating. I liked him.
My parents were constantly caught up in family feuds and I was always left behind. In my room, with nothing…my friends were around but I couldn’t tell them EVERYTHING, I mean I was new to the school and didn't instantly fit it. Anyways I talked to this guy for a week, one weekend I found myself busy and unable to come online. I missed him; I really wanted to talk to him. I didn’t know what was going on with me. I mean....I met him ONLINE...he might not even be a guy or he might be some random pervert who hits on girls. But I felt that he was something I always wanted. Weird? Yes…very.
After the weekend ended I went online and received many offline messages. He told me he wanted to talk to me, that he missed me and gave me his number. I gathered the courage to grab my phone and dial the numbers I saw in front of me. Hearing his voice, it was perfect, not too squeaky not to deep, it had a softness to it that felt like I was being hugged or sung to sleep. He was perfect. We talked for hours and hours every single night. Laughing at every single story one another said. Things were going great. One day we met up. In the crowd of the people I saw, I don't know how but I spotted him instantly. He had a buff body, a beautiful face a perfect beard and bronze complexion. He. Was. Perfect. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone so perfect. Online? I mean that doesn’t really happen.
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to be continued..
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