I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one
Not many people would say that our relationship was real, but it was, and it mattered to me. We met online, and you messaged me first. I regarded your message as a spam, but I was interested in you for some reason. Can't deny that you were cute, but I was skeptical to pursue a relationship, especially when I have only seen pictures of you. What reassured me about our relationship was when we exchanged phone numbers, and started messaging away from that dating application. Both having iPhones, it was easy to stay in touch, which led to our first FaceTime session; you looked better than your photo. We talked for a while, and shared with each other our studies and career goals. I wanted to be a dentist, and you wanted to be an actor. Although we lived in different time zones, we made it work; phone calls in the mornings (your nights), and message throughout the day. I may have had a phone addiction, but I couldn't help myself. I was lucky to be with you.
After a few months have gone by, we were ready to say out loud "I love you" to each other. I remember that video you sent me, and how I would not stop that video. It was the first time I heard such words, and it was everything. From having each others photo as our phone's wallpaper, to even making collages from those photos - we were that couple (some times, you can't help yourself). We even planned that in the summertime, that I would go visit you for a few weeks. I worked two jobs, and saved enough money for the air flight, excited to finally be in your embrace. But when I was about to plan for the trip, you said that your parents were not feeling well... I was understanding at first, and let you handle your own situation. Waiting a little longer wouldn't be so bad.
Time had gone by, and contact was becoming less and less. You were busy with the last semester before graduation, and I had my own studies to commit. I made the effort to call you, but you were not available. There was that one time that I missed your call, but when I called back, your friend picked up the phone - it was a girl, so I didn't worry too much. Perhaps my patience was distracted by the idea of being in a relationship with you, that nothing else mattered. Entering into the New Year, we contacted each other and asked where our relationship was going. Your answer was simple, and expected: "I don't know." We did not understand the meaning of being in love, when all that we had were messages and videos; that's only the surface.
Zero, on a scale of a hundred, would say how mad I was at you. We loved each other, and yet we knew that it was time to move on. Rarely do I ever contact you, although I usually see your updates online - I'm still working on my Chinese reading skills. You showed me all the love you could give online - maybe this time, we will find out how to love in real life. I know that we will both find someone that completes us, and that they will never make us question about our future with them. To the character that you are, that you love someone whole-heartedly, and can see yourself with them forever... that you will love the way we use to, and even more.
Sincerely,
The Realist
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