I know that before our first meeting, I trolled the internet just praying for some success stories to calm my nerves, so I'm sharing mine to hopefully help someone else feel better about theirs.
We decided to meet months ago, but the actual planning came suddenly and I was terrified. I was supposed to fly to Austin on May 4th and stay til the 7th. The first hiccup was a cancelled flight, which was then rescheduled for the following morning. After numerous travel fails, I finally got to Austin (after peeing on myself during some rough turbulence in the airplane bathroom... OMG) in one piece. I got to pickup outside, and suddenly he was there.
After four months of being forced to get to know each other via phone calls, text, video games, and Skype video chat, it was both surreal and perfectly familiar at the same time. He walked right up to me with his arms open and I started hysterically laughing as he pulled me to him and kissed me like it was the last thing we'd ever do. The drive back to where he lived was alien and completely normal at the same time. He held my hand, rubbed my wrist with his thumb, kissed the top of my hand, the whole time like he'd never get enough of just touching me. When my nerves calmed a little, I found myself stroking his forearm and staring at his hand, just trying to reconcile fantasy and reality as (now) the exact same thing. He was everything I hoped he would be and more, and everything I never expected to be lucky enough to find. We both wear red anklets now as an ode to the ancient Asian belief that the gods tie a red string around the ankles of the two people who are destined to find one another, regardless of time, distance or circumstance. The Red Thread of Fate may tangle and stretch, but it will never break.
It wasn't what I'd call a smooth weekend; there were some issues he had to deal with and our plans were heavily disrupted. But you know, it didn't even matter. Every moment we did spend together was worth every hassle, and he couldn't possibly be more perfect to me. During those few days, the love he showed me was like nothing I've ever experienced in my life, and for the first time I don't just hope I'm loved... I know it. I'm terrified every day that I'll wake up and it'll all have been a cruel dream; but it just means I have something worth hanging onto.
We decided to meet months ago, but the actual planning came suddenly and I was terrified. I was supposed to fly to Austin on May 4th and stay til the 7th. The first hiccup was a cancelled flight, which was then rescheduled for the following morning. After numerous travel fails, I finally got to Austin (after peeing on myself during some rough turbulence in the airplane bathroom... OMG) in one piece. I got to pickup outside, and suddenly he was there.
After four months of being forced to get to know each other via phone calls, text, video games, and Skype video chat, it was both surreal and perfectly familiar at the same time. He walked right up to me with his arms open and I started hysterically laughing as he pulled me to him and kissed me like it was the last thing we'd ever do. The drive back to where he lived was alien and completely normal at the same time. He held my hand, rubbed my wrist with his thumb, kissed the top of my hand, the whole time like he'd never get enough of just touching me. When my nerves calmed a little, I found myself stroking his forearm and staring at his hand, just trying to reconcile fantasy and reality as (now) the exact same thing. He was everything I hoped he would be and more, and everything I never expected to be lucky enough to find. We both wear red anklets now as an ode to the ancient Asian belief that the gods tie a red string around the ankles of the two people who are destined to find one another, regardless of time, distance or circumstance. The Red Thread of Fate may tangle and stretch, but it will never break.
It wasn't what I'd call a smooth weekend; there were some issues he had to deal with and our plans were heavily disrupted. But you know, it didn't even matter. Every moment we did spend together was worth every hassle, and he couldn't possibly be more perfect to me. During those few days, the love he showed me was like nothing I've ever experienced in my life, and for the first time I don't just hope I'm loved... I know it. I'm terrified every day that I'll wake up and it'll all have been a cruel dream; but it just means I have something worth hanging onto.
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