It was 8:45 on a sunday morning. I was laying in my queen sized bed, cuddled up in my green, purple, and blue blanket. I was staring up at my pearl white ceiling. I was thinking about the words my bestfriend Sarah had said to me the day before.
"Aurora, aren't you scared? I mean, what if Jake's not who you think he is? I've heard a lot of stories about people lying about themselves online." I didnt really say anything, I didn't take her words into consideration. I knew Jake was real. He told me everything about his life. About his little sisters, his parents, grandparents, down to the little things, like what he had for breakfast. There's no way that he was someone else. We've been talking for a good 8 months now. We say we love eachother. We're basically in a long distance relationship. I trust him with anything...
*Ding* My thoughts had been cut off. I had gotten a text message. I sat up in my bed, and reached my tired arm over to my bedside table to grab my LG Optimus Elite. It was Jake. the text message read, "Goodmorning beautiful. :)"
I instantly smiled. My stomach fluttered.
"Good morning babe. (:" I replied.
"How are you this morning?" He replied back.
I thought for a minute. Should I say something to him about what Sarah said? I decided I would.
"I'm good. My friend had me thinking yesterday babe, we need to meet up. I want to hold you in my arms. :)"
It took him a long time to reply.
"We will someday."
Okay? I thought. Well, he does live in Traverse City, Michigan, which is about four hours from where I am, in Bay City, Michigan. I shook my head of all thoughts, shoved my cell phone in my oversized hoodie pocket, and headed downstairs to get breakfast. I made myself scrambled eggs and toast, and sat in my living room and turned the TV on. I flipped through channels and decided to leave it on CATFISH. The show is about people who fall in love online, and end up meeting. But in the end it doesn't always turn out to be who they thought it was. This had me thinking. I needed to meet Jake. As soon as possible.
