On Line

This is a true story of Rachel and Tyler.  I wrote this story for them as a little gift.  Hope you will like it!

I said to myself a long time ago that I would never believe in love online.  That was that before. When I entered my sophomore year in high school, it was when my thoughts on that changed.  I met a nice young man online.  Now the problem would be me—what should I do now?  He was a year younger and very innocent.  He said words that made my young eyes sparkle; it was hard for me to consider him as a stranger.  It was as if I’ve known him for so long.  He completely understood me, and I loved his style.  If only we would get the chance to meet someday, it would make it a lot better.

How did I get to meet him?  His older sister Anna is my friend.  However, we do not really hang around much.  It was only when I got interested in him that I started going with her.  I found out a lot of things about their family, and most of all, I got even closer with him.  Since he studied in a different school, it would be hard to settle a time to meet.  For a while, I’ve decided to let that pass.  I was content with our online friendship.

Months went by and I started to get curious.  When would I ever get to meet him?  One certain event in our school, crowds of people gathered around the school’s quadrangle.  I caught a glimpse of my friend Anna together with a young man about my age.  At that moment, it got to me that it might me him.  I moved my way through the crowd, heading towards them.  When I was about three feet away from them, the guy turned around.  I stopped, and he stopped.  We just stared at each other, not saying anything.  I never knew his face, nor did he know mine.  All I knew was that he was the brother of my friend Anna.  I moved forward and got to Anna.  She said that I was looking for me.  I asked her who the other guy was; she said that it was her brother.  Without even introducing him to me, I found myself hugging him.  It was an outburst of emotions.  Anna, on the other hand, was so shocked with our sudden action.  It was a public display of affection, but I did not care.  I would consider that moment as serendipity.  I still could not decipher why and how the act of hugging came to me.  I normally do not do that with strangers.  After lasting that moment, I struggled away to move out.  The sense of humiliation could just fly to us.  We quickly broke away, but then we noticed the crowd.  I remembered the line I made on the crowd that got me from the other end to where I was.  That line grew wider, and the crowd broke in two.  People were still scattered around, but it was the line that got us into place.  So I invited him, “Hey, do you want to get a drink?”