To ask about each other’s day every day was enough to send me to the moon and back. I downloaded Skype so we could see each other’s faces for the first time. I’d tell her about the music I listened to and she’d tell me about her struggle to adapt to the cold. I told her I wish I could hold her hands to make them warm. The yearning to meet IRL felt stronger every time we would talk, and when our Skype calls would be filled with dead air, the thought of being with her filled my mind. It burned my heart-or at least it felt like it. Blame it on the hormones.
There was a pattern: Every six months, we would catch up via Facebook Messenger, updating each other on what’s going on with our lives
It was a crazy setup in the beginning, one that was never made to last. Continue reading “The thought of never being able to meet as internet lovers played a big part in why we broke up”