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I met someone online.
At first, it was just conversations. Then came the morning greetings, the random messages while he was at work, the teasing, the laughter, and those little moments when he somehow knew something was wrong with me before I even said anything.
Somewhere along the way, I fell for him. Not because everything was easy. It wasn't.
We're in different countries. Money is a problem. Distance is a problem. Our lives are complicated. And he carries things from his past that I know haven't been easy for him. Eventually, he trusted me enough to tell me something deeply personal about himself. He was scared I would walk away. Instead, I told him I wanted to understand.
I didn't want to fix him.
I didn't want him to become someone else.
I just wanted to know the person I had come to care about.
He told me he wanted me in his life, not just as a friend. He told me he wanted to move forward and see if we could build something together. But he was also honest about how difficult it could be. And I appreciated that honesty. I've learned that loving someone doesn't mean pretending the difficult things don't exist. Sometimes it means looking at all the complications and saying, "Okay. Let's take this one step at a time."
Right now, we're apart. And lately, he's been very quiet. It's been weeks since we've really talked. I've reached out once, just to say hello and wish him a good weekend. He heard my message, but I didn't get a response. And strangely enough, I'm not angry. I'm not even sure I'm disappointed. I just miss him. I miss the person who used to make me smile when I wasn't expecting it. I miss the conversations, the teasing, the feeling that somewhere on the other side of the world, there was someone who had become part of my everyday life.
Maybe he's overwhelmed. Maybe he needs space. Maybe life has simply become too complicated right now. Or maybe he's reconsidering us. I don't know.
And that's the hardest part. But I'm learning that loving someone doesn't mean chasing them when they're quiet. Sometimes love means leaving the door open and allowing the other person to decide whether they want to walk through it. So for now, I'm waiting.
Not desperately.
Not demanding anything.
Just quietly hoping he's okay.
And if he comes back, I'll be happy to hear his voice again. If he doesn't, I'll still be grateful that, for a little while, two people who were thousands of miles apart found each other. Because sometimes a person can touch your heart without ever having touched your hand. And maybe that's the strange, beautiful thing about love.
You don't always get to know how the story ends.
Sometimes all you can do is be grateful that the story happened at all. 💙