I met Sara in World of Warcraft two years ago (8 Jan 2009), and we started talking to each other pretty quickly. I was married, she was in a long term relationship, but we were just friends. We talked about everything. She quit the game for a while to deal with her graduate studies and her clinicals, but we still stayed in touch with texts and VOIP chats. We became closer friends, but again, just friends.
I got separated last year, and we both discussed issues surrounding our own relationships. We both spoke openly and honestly about our insecurities, our strengths, what worked for us and what was failing in our lives. We cared for each other deeply and talked to each other daily. We’d text each other daily – sometimes they were just images of what was going on in our lives, mundane, everyday things. We were still “just friends” but we both realize now that the feelings we were having for each other had changed.
In December we had a guild meet, and Sara and a few others came to visit. We had both stressed that this was platonic leading up to the meet. In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted to be with her, but I suppressed it.
I picked her up at the airport. She texted me as I circled the terminal that she was very nervous about meeting me. I wondered if that meant more, but, no, no, we were just friends. I spotted her at the curb and my first thought was, “Wow, her photos don’t do her justice. She’s really pretty.” When I got out of the car to put her bag in the trunk, and we saw each other face to face for the first time in 2 years, I looked into her eyes, and thought, “Uh-oh.”
We both maintained our friendship – stiffly, that first night. The second night, armed with liquid courage, all the feelings and all the love for each other came forth. We spent the rest of the weekend until she left on Tuesday with each other. We discussed a long distance relationship, and said we’d try it – perhaps in time.
I watched her leave the security gate, and went back to my car, where I started to tear up. I knew then I wanted her to be more a part of my life. We chatted that night via texts, and decided over the next few days that yes, we were going to do this.
Over the next month, we talked daily via texts, cell phone, and then Skype. We had always been honest and open with each other, so communication was natural. We hid nothing from each other. We felt comfortable with each other, we felt like we could just be ourselves.
We discussed that when she came to visit again in January that it would be a good test to see how we felt. During the month, though, I came to realize that not only did I love her, I was in love with her. She made me happy, even though the distance hurt.
She visited again on 21 Jan 2011. I had a romantic plan to tell her I loved her, but all those plans meant nothing once I saw her. I longed to tell her when we met in the airport, but I my plans! We went back to my place to get ready for dinner and drop off her bag, and as we hugged, I could not wait any longer – I told her I loved her. She told me she loved me.
We spent the most amazing weekend together. The quiet moments struck me the most - I was actually happy to be quietly enjoying her company.
I got separated last year, and we both discussed issues surrounding our own relationships. We both spoke openly and honestly about our insecurities, our strengths, what worked for us and what was failing in our lives. We cared for each other deeply and talked to each other daily. We’d text each other daily – sometimes they were just images of what was going on in our lives, mundane, everyday things. We were still “just friends” but we both realize now that the feelings we were having for each other had changed.
In December we had a guild meet, and Sara and a few others came to visit. We had both stressed that this was platonic leading up to the meet. In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted to be with her, but I suppressed it.
I picked her up at the airport. She texted me as I circled the terminal that she was very nervous about meeting me. I wondered if that meant more, but, no, no, we were just friends. I spotted her at the curb and my first thought was, “Wow, her photos don’t do her justice. She’s really pretty.” When I got out of the car to put her bag in the trunk, and we saw each other face to face for the first time in 2 years, I looked into her eyes, and thought, “Uh-oh.”
We both maintained our friendship – stiffly, that first night. The second night, armed with liquid courage, all the feelings and all the love for each other came forth. We spent the rest of the weekend until she left on Tuesday with each other. We discussed a long distance relationship, and said we’d try it – perhaps in time.
I watched her leave the security gate, and went back to my car, where I started to tear up. I knew then I wanted her to be more a part of my life. We chatted that night via texts, and decided over the next few days that yes, we were going to do this.
Over the next month, we talked daily via texts, cell phone, and then Skype. We had always been honest and open with each other, so communication was natural. We hid nothing from each other. We felt comfortable with each other, we felt like we could just be ourselves.
We discussed that when she came to visit again in January that it would be a good test to see how we felt. During the month, though, I came to realize that not only did I love her, I was in love with her. She made me happy, even though the distance hurt.
She visited again on 21 Jan 2011. I had a romantic plan to tell her I loved her, but all those plans meant nothing once I saw her. I longed to tell her when we met in the airport, but I my plans! We went back to my place to get ready for dinner and drop off her bag, and as we hugged, I could not wait any longer – I told her I loved her. She told me she loved me.
We spent the most amazing weekend together. The quiet moments struck me the most - I was actually happy to be quietly enjoying her company.
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