The Virtual Girl Meets Reality
A story about possibility
How can you love someone you have never met?
How can you wake up thinking of someone who has never woken next to you, who has never been in your arms, who has never been part of your reality?
I wake thinking of your smile, your voice, your soft accent. I think of you in quiet moments, in between thoughts, tasks. I daydream about possibilities.
I miss you if I don’t see you, even though I’ve never seen you. I worry about you, care about you, care for you.
You are the person I see when I imagine a future, at least right now, but I don’t truly know you. Maybe we will meet and fall into each other, discover that we are each other’s future. Maybe we will meet and discover that what drew us (drew me) in is virtual, not real, that we are still strangers.
For now, I will imagine, I will daydream, I will get on a plane and take the chance that daydreams can move to reality.
I miss you and want you.
I care about you, as much as you are still virtual to me, deeply.
The distance, it’s more than space; your life is filled with men like me, men who love from afar, who desire you — it’s hard for me to fathom that you don’t know me the way I know you, but at the…
