My First Real Internet Love

Part 2

I cried on the train home. These past 4 days had been the best days of my life. We had walked, laughed, talked and made love. Our days had mostly consisted of laying in a tent: naked, clothed, hugging, sleeping, touching, kissing… we did it all. (And most importantly, I LOST MY VIRGINITY, Y’ALL!)

Although I had only spent 96 hours with him, I felt like I had known him all my life. I decided I was in love and let my head rest against the train window. Dreaming of him and of the sea that stood in the way of our perfect future.

When I got back home and got online, we talked about how we both cried on the way home and how much we needed each other. Being apart hurt SO much, but being together felt SO good. Thus it was decided that we were boyfriends, torn apart by a sea. We decided this would be our summer of love. Our very own romantic comedy.

We spent time in each others countries and homes. We met each other’s families and celebrated our young love. It was bliss.

Everything was not roses and petals though. There were a few times where drama got the best of us. He thought I would cheat when we were apart. He got mad when I doubted the probability of the plot of Resident Evil 3: Extinctio. And most of all he got really angry when I tried to make him like Lindsay Lohan’s “Confessions of a Broken Heart.” Basically, there wasn’t much room for my likes, tastes or opinions in the equation but I took whatever I could get. This was one of those unbelievable romances you could only find in movies or books, so we could not fail. Not under any circumstance.

And so summer came to an end and school was starting again. He was still unemployed and annoyed I wouldn’t have time for him anymore. I tried to reassure him and told him I would always find time for my husband. He didn’t believe me.

I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but suddenly it was decided that he would move to Belgium. Here we would be happily together. No more drama because we were apart, no more mad and angry emails. Our love for each other would survive the summer.

It took some time to convince my parents (‘He would only live here for 2 – 3 months. He’s looking for a job already! He doesn’t have ANYBODY to fall back on. He’s so lonely!’) but finally they gave in and agreed to let him stay at our home for a few months, until he got everything sorted out.

At the same time he ensured himself a job close to where I lived and so he moved to come live with me. His arrival wasn’t as romantic as I had hoped. Instead of being happy we would be happily together forever he was mad because I had listened to Britney’s new song (WOMANIZER!) when I had told him I would wait so we could have our first listen together. I shrugged it off and just hugged him. We would be fine. Our love had survived an ocean, a summer and a lot of stupid drama.

WE. WOULD. BE. FINE. Of course that was a lie.