A usual, I was walking the hallways alone, books in hand, music in my ears, no one could disrupt me. Sometimes I question if people even notice I'm here, does anyone actually know something about my personal life, or worst... does anyone even know my name?! To be fair, I am not a huge fan of the whole socializing and making friends thing.
You may ask... Elaine, when does this story get exciting? You have to remember, to understand a recount, you need to know the backstory. There is no fast forward button in a novel, I've got a story to tell, you can't be neglectful towards the minor details!
One day, I was at work, I work at a coffee shop... it's not the most intriguing job but it pays well. A lady was sitting on the couch, drinking her pumpkin spiced lattes... yeah, she was one of those. She was chatting with her friend about online dating, she had a boyfriend that lived across the world. 'It is so amazing and simple, if I want to ignore him one day, I can! No strings but I still get to have someone complimenting me daily.'. The discussion between this lady and her friend interested me, if I began to text random people online, I wouldn't be socially awkward or pressured!
When I got home that night, I opened my close to deceased laptop and created an account on an online chat forum. The idea of more than half of the people on the site being catfishes or stalkers crosses my mind but I was not letting that stop me. The idea of a perfect love story came to mind... falling in love with someone that lives miles away, counting down the days to our first meetup where we kiss at the airport gates. Those were my wildest dreams, little did I know, one day, I would come so close to experiencing this... to living the perfect love story.
My school always drills the ideas of God and the Bible into our heads until we start to question everything from the beginning of existence to the reasoning of spiders being formed. I've never been sure what to believe but one things for sure... after the emotions and pain I experienced through this story, if God is real... he hates me! Lets be fair though, hatred towards you feels no worse than the fact that people forget you exist... at least being hated means someone cares enough to not care anymore.
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Lost Connection
RomanceShe was lost for words in the real world, but once she met him online, the conversation never ended. This was until the chat became one sided, no reply for weeks in a time when she needed him. She thought the relationship was strong... until they l...
