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It was early in the morning, I can feel the warmth coming from the sun like kissing me in my face, as I step out of the car I saw a huge building. I was invited by the famous host of a morning talk show for an interview. I wrote a book a few years ago, it's about a woman I met online. I Wrote about our short romantic and intimate relationship online but after 6 months she's gone, I lost her like a wind. The book clicked, I received positive reviews, some of them can relate to my story and that's the reason why I'm here, they want to meet and know me more out of their curiosity. But catching attentions from many people is really not my intention. My real intention is to find her, look for her, hope my book can reach her and probably we can have a good start again.

As I was waiting in an empty room I saw a small mirror, l checked my face, I can see some wrinkles on my face, it makes me feel anxious and insecure what if she realized that I'm m not that really hot, I am just an old man who's crazy about her. As I continue looking up myself, I can feel uneasiness. I was 53 and she was only 28 when we met online. She is so special kind and sweet girl. Her eccentric personality is like a magnet that would magnetize you as if you won't and can't let her go.

My thoughts of her cut short when someone called my name "Mr. Noelle Smith?, Its time"

As I was sitting on a couch facing the host I looked at the audience the light irritated my eyes. The host started to talk and ask me "Mr. Noelle, please tell us about your book?" As I heard the question. My mind seems traveling back, 4 years ago, our first meeting online.

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