16 months ago...
16 months ago was the beginning of my summer before Sophomore year of high school started. I had been talking to this boy off and on for the past 7 months. Nothing really of interest from me to him, but from him to me...a lot. Because I didn't return the feelings he blocked me and forgot about me. Oh, the cyber world. So easily forgotten through a single button. One random day in the spring he unblocked me from his msn. And we began talking. Hours would pass between us. I had never even seen his face, only heard his voice. He was very british. Slowly my summer hours were eaten away by the need to talk him. To yearn for his words to flutter across my screen or into my ears through speakers. After a month and a half of nonstop talking he confessed his love for me. He did it in the most charming way. Describing that what he felt for me could only be described in one word; Love. And how did I respond? "Lol." that's exactly what was said. I remember tying, "I love you too." In the facebook message box and quickly deleting it. How could I tell someone I loved them and not fully mean it? I couldn't. And I wouldn't. So I apologized and told him I just couldn't tell him now. I wanted to mean it. So, our talking dimmed and then he went away to the country in North Yorkshire. Hours began again and then one day we skyped. I thought it'd be quick, 30 minutes and back to my friends house. Well, a pre-planned 30 minutes became 13 hours. And the 13 hours that finally ended weren't wanting to end. I knew I wanted to continue to talk to him, be in his attention, and that I had so much more to say. That I could talk to him for my entire life and never get bored. That I loved him. But did I tell him? No. Did I try? Many times. But soon the summer heat turned into cool fall and our talking turned distant. It trickled away until no more communication was there.
I flirted with boys. Forgot about once was over the summer. Tried to even date. But one day in December I decided that he needed to talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Because even though I forgot about this boy, I still needed closer. We talked, told each other what has become of our lives. And soon hours were once again spent on a computer. This time webcams came into the picture, video calls, and phone calls filled all of our technology. December turned to January and a revived promise to see me this summer returned. It was planned. In 6-7 months he would be sitting with me. Actually with me. The months felt so slow, our ups and horrible downs came placed. Drama filled the times and finally the 7th month turned to 8 months and he was here. August 7th, 2010, Robert Brooke was in Portland, Oregon. Waiting for me. Those 3 weeks, 22 days, 528 hours were the best times of my life. I never wanted them to end. Actually, I couldn't fathom them ending. How could something so perfect leave? I loved him so much I didn't want to not be by his side. We had become Misa and Rob, Rob and Misa. We were one. He finally had to leave and days of waiting came back. I miss him. But I love him enough to wait 4 months.
Even though we live under the same sky, it's hard to fathom the distance between our fingers.
16 months ago was the beginning of my summer before Sophomore year of high school started. I had been talking to this boy off and on for the past 7 months. Nothing really of interest from me to him, but from him to me...a lot. Because I didn't return the feelings he blocked me and forgot about me. Oh, the cyber world. So easily forgotten through a single button. One random day in the spring he unblocked me from his msn. And we began talking. Hours would pass between us. I had never even seen his face, only heard his voice. He was very british. Slowly my summer hours were eaten away by the need to talk him. To yearn for his words to flutter across my screen or into my ears through speakers. After a month and a half of nonstop talking he confessed his love for me. He did it in the most charming way. Describing that what he felt for me could only be described in one word; Love. And how did I respond? "Lol." that's exactly what was said. I remember tying, "I love you too." In the facebook message box and quickly deleting it. How could I tell someone I loved them and not fully mean it? I couldn't. And I wouldn't. So I apologized and told him I just couldn't tell him now. I wanted to mean it. So, our talking dimmed and then he went away to the country in North Yorkshire. Hours began again and then one day we skyped. I thought it'd be quick, 30 minutes and back to my friends house. Well, a pre-planned 30 minutes became 13 hours. And the 13 hours that finally ended weren't wanting to end. I knew I wanted to continue to talk to him, be in his attention, and that I had so much more to say. That I could talk to him for my entire life and never get bored. That I loved him. But did I tell him? No. Did I try? Many times. But soon the summer heat turned into cool fall and our talking turned distant. It trickled away until no more communication was there.
I flirted with boys. Forgot about once was over the summer. Tried to even date. But one day in December I decided that he needed to talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Because even though I forgot about this boy, I still needed closer. We talked, told each other what has become of our lives. And soon hours were once again spent on a computer. This time webcams came into the picture, video calls, and phone calls filled all of our technology. December turned to January and a revived promise to see me this summer returned. It was planned. In 6-7 months he would be sitting with me. Actually with me. The months felt so slow, our ups and horrible downs came placed. Drama filled the times and finally the 7th month turned to 8 months and he was here. August 7th, 2010, Robert Brooke was in Portland, Oregon. Waiting for me. Those 3 weeks, 22 days, 528 hours were the best times of my life. I never wanted them to end. Actually, I couldn't fathom them ending. How could something so perfect leave? I loved him so much I didn't want to not be by his side. We had become Misa and Rob, Rob and Misa. We were one. He finally had to leave and days of waiting came back. I miss him. But I love him enough to wait 4 months.
Even though we live under the same sky, it's hard to fathom the distance between our fingers.
Welcome!! 
I don't think I'll be able to commit at your age especially when I was in high school...then again 
I didn't have a boyfriend in high school and I was desperate!! Never mind...
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