Berlin, Germany
Cold autumn day
07:00 pm
Hello Readers,
Many of you know about this already, but I feel like writing it down.
12 years ago, during the times of AOL, I contacted a young American to ask about the life of a teenager in the States. School, hobbies and family. He was willing and answered all my questions. I thanked him and logged off. We talked again and again and slowly a friendship began. His name was Victor, he lived in California. A short time after, I went to the States, even to California, but was too afraid to loose the precious friendship we had build, so we didn't meet at that time.
He would sometimes send a package, with sweets (I didn't even remember telling him that I like Rice Krispy Treats). His mom once send me a scarf for my birthday, hand knitted.
Often we didn't talk for weeks, but just when it felt right, both of us were online.
Now, after a 12 year waiting period, he finally came to visit.
And no, it wasn't like in the movie: seeing each other at the airport, eyes meeting, falling into each other’s arms and boom.
He missed his flight, we missed each other, his bag was lost, I had to work the first 4 nights and had to get my male cat *fixed*. But it turned out alright. We fit. Very well. We love to kiss, especially each other. Talking is a big part of it as well. Just going on long walks. Sitting on park benches and breathing.
He loves how I smell, that I have a sense of humor and that I am a smart and independent woman.
I love his sarcasm, the way he enjoys food and how soft his touch is.
How the story ends, you ask. It doesn't. We both decided to giv
e us a big try. Yes, I know, but it's 9096,56 km between the two of you. So what. Some people sleep next to each other and no plane can bridge the distance between them. What could I possibly loose? It feels right.
In April I will fly to the States. Meet his familia. I am very much looking forward to that.
Much love to all of you.
Good night
