Miles Away

Prologue

Being a social animal as we all are, it excites us to know that someone, somewhere, somehow, one person could relate to us and tell them our story. and someway, somehow, we could fool our heart into thinking “damn, this shit’s making me all fuzzy inside.” Heather and Philippe, Philippe and Heather. Advisory: This may or may not be a Love Story

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Heather Holland <Heather.Holland@gmail.com>

to: <PhilippeComstock@gmail.com>

October 5, 2014

I’m smart enough to know when to let go.

This was the same day last year that we’ve met. The first time you flashed on the screen, I thought you’d dismiss me. I can’t possibly the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, I don’t care if you don’t like talking to me but you did stay. I hummed to unsung tunes and you listened, you watched me when I wasn’t paying attention to you. You talked to me even when the line is choppy and I couldn’t understand. We laughed about the most random and peculiar things. For an hour or two we kept talking like how close friends behave. You admitted that was the first time you ever had an online conversation that long with someone.

“That’s because we’re pretty normal than usual people here. We aren’t boring each other too.”

Just when the line was about to cut off, you typed your email address for me to email you if ever the line ends and I didn’t mind looking at it because I was certain we’d be talking for more hours. But then my sister accidentally sits on the wire of my laptop and it goes off leaving my line empty, frozen and me devastated. I didn’t know how you felt when I accidentally went off but I wanted to cry.

You were the only person who paid that much attention to talk to me. As I realized when my screen turns on again, you know almost everything about me but not my name. I don’t know about you but I was panicking on my bed. I desperately wrote your first name and your country on the search bar hoping some details of you will appear but I keep on getting the wrong people.  I went to my broadcast channel and put myself live for minutes talking about you hoping someone will help me, or someone watching me knows you. Everyone offered help but they all apologized when they realized it was impossible.

Can you imagine that? Meeting your soul mate in a laptop screen, 6,831.42 miles away from you then you’ll suddenly just lose him in a second? Not even in a blink of an eye, not even a deep breath but before a painful a sigh.

I knew it was a hopeless case but I came back to that site where we met skipping the strangers who weren’t you. I didn’t care if the guy who I just skipped was as good-looking as Zayn Malik or Harry Styles from One Direction whom I’m deeply in love with because I knew you were there, you noticed me and I can hold on to you if we both try.

“Wow” was your first message when we crossed lines again after an hour of rerolling.

“I’m sorry; I forgot to get your gmail. I was about to cry”

“I’ve been WAITING SO LONG” you said.

Me too. 

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