So the other day I'm cruising the nifty story site and I come across this really cute story in the high school section. The story was really charming and I found myself in tears when I came across a part that was most like my life. In the story, one of the main character's boyfriend dies in an terrible sports accident. This touched me so, because not long ago I found myself in the same situation, with a broken heart and a dead boyfriend. After that I had to in some way get in contact with this ...person who could write my life so purely and truthfully-without even knowing me.
So I got the email address, and quickly began to write how much I loved and identified with his beautiful story. Every moment after I waited patiently for a reply. A day passed and then another, soon I had just put it out of my mind and concentrated on my painting. I was in the process of painting this beautiful meadow, full of sunflowers and green grass...it's kinda my dream place.
The next day while painting my meadow, I heard a ding dong sound, only it wasn't my door. I walked over toward my computer and to my delight I found a message waiting. I could hardly wait to read it, so I pulled up a chair and opened it up. In the email I found out that the author of this story was a young man by the name of Scott Possible. I thought to myself how charming, as I continued to read. He told me how my email touched him and he sent condolences for my boyfriend. I was so happy to find that he was also only 18, which is in my favor seeing how I'm just one year older. I wrote him back thanking him for writing me, and asking him to read a story I'd been working on. After sending the email, I found that in a matter of two hours I got an response.
In it he told me ways on how I could improve my story and make it better. I really loved talking to him and wanted to talk to him more on an one to one basis, so I gave him my messenger information and in a mater of minutes we where chatting. As the weeks past I found myself getting more interested in this guy than any I had before. I need to see him, no him and be with him in more than one way. I mean I saw his picture on yahoo- what a hunk- I mean his beautiful eyes, rich brown curly hair, and charming smile would make any man melt. Nevertheless I needed more, after doing some research I found that he lived in Louisiana, and I knew there was some way I had to get there to see him. So I being in San Francisco, CA though the best way to get there fast was to take a plane. So I called the airport and was on the next flight to Louisiana. A flight that would take me to my true love.
Now all the while I had taken my wireless laptop with me in hopes of getting another conversation with my love. Now know that this wasn't really like a two way street......I mean I hadn't even told him about my coming to be with him or anything as far as he knew.....I was just a online friend in California, but boy was that about to change.
End of chapter one --rjaymiss