Today is another ‘Tell me your story,’ where someone shares the story of a love in their life. It’s a modern day love story, which began online, told to us by, Mishunderstood.
Short Version of a Long Love Story.
We fell in love. Then we met. Yes. That is how it works when sparks fly in cyber space. It all began in a divorce support chat room where the last thing I was looking for was love. After six months of emails, instant messaging, and daily detailed phone conversations, we ran out of questions and the answers were consistent. Seeing each other face to face was just an inevitable step in an already established relationship. Finally a flight was booked. A dear friend drove me to the airport…”dear” because she didn’t question my sanity, at least not openly. I remember my hands trembling as I held my hot tea before boarding a plane to see him for the first time. I wasn’t nervous about traveling 1500 miles to meet this man of my dreams or worried that instead I would be captured by a disturbed internet troll, never to be seen again (though it may have crossed my friend’s mind). No. He was not the unknown. It was the unfamiliarity of flying, airport procedures like gates, security and layovers that scared the living crap out of me.
A long distance relationship ensued and we became frequent flyers. I could sleep through take offs, knew which airport restaurants to avoid and was quick on the draw to trade my seat for future free flights. Our love was challenged by distance and immigration procedures but the time spent together was like a hundred honeymoons. This was our life for six years. Elated hellos. Tearful goodbyes. On one sunny day we were riding bikes along a woodland trail in Collingwood, Ontario. We stopped for a moment and he pretended to crouch down to retrieve a water bottle. Instead he looked up at me with a ring.
It’s nine years later and this morning, just like any other morning, I sleepily tap the outside of the electric tea kettle. Yes, it’s hot. He times it well. As I take my favourite orange mug off the shelf, he knows my silence is not for lack of gratitude. He knows I don’t converse until I’ve had at least a half a cup of caffeine…and I know that isn’t easy for him. I know he needs his 15 kilometer bike ride after sitting in an office all day. He knows I need to put my feet up. A tall glass of water waits for me because he knows I probably didn’t drink any all day. He knows me well. It is in this “knowing” that our love keeps growing.
Tiny warbler charmed
Beckoned by the westerlies
Warmed by desert sun
Mishunderstood’s blog is one of great variety, featuring ‘poetry, photography and ponderings of life.’ Just check out her ‘about’ page and you will see she writes beautifully.
If you have a story to tell we would love to read it. Please send it to me here. I will link to your blog, but if you wish to remain anonymous please let me know.
photo credit: Lions in love! via photopin (license)
16 thoughts on “Tell me your story. #3”
Thanks for posting our story, Tric. 🙂
It’s a great story. One of those where you read it and hope it all worked out well.
Thank you. Happy to share it. 🙂
It is nice…I have met a man online we have been talking since April on line and we are talking about meeting in November or December when he gets back stateside off a ship. Your story is very nice and walks kind of like mine now.
And what a story!
Yes, it was a a challenge at times but very much worth it in the end. Thanks for reading 🙂
I love it ❤️
Thanks Rebecca. 🙂
These are all so heart-warming. What a great idea 🙂
what a beautiful love story, it gives me hope –
Aww, I am so glad that it did. You have every reason to have hope. There are many wonderful people out there, many soul mates, I believe. 🙂
what a story thank you for sharing it. Beautifully told
Thank you for reading. I think we could have written a book, but glad you enjoyed the short version. 🙂
Lovely love story. Thank you for sharing
Thanks so much, Mary. 🙂