New Found Love in a Hopeless Place
I always saw these phoney ads on websites about how meeting someone on the internet can change your life, turn into something magical, all that stuff. In my head, obviously I thought “bullshit.” Most of the time I hear that it goes wrong. It’s not who they thought they were, like the documentary catfish. The idea of that whole scenario scared the shit out of me. Until one day I wanted to become more spontaneous and gain a new relationship a different way rather than face to face, because the whole face to face experiences I’ve went through went bad, from previous experiences. So I decided to sign up for “Plenty of Fish” or POF as people say, which is a site where you join to meet potential dates or even just to form a new friendship. I heard the site was great for that sort of thing. Little did I know, after a few weeks my life changed for the better.
His name is Bradley, and he isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met or known. I was very familiar with relationships and how they worked; meanwhile he was new to the whole experience. I was his first kiss. He said when our lips touched; he felt a wave of heat rushing through his body, head to toe. He knew this moment was worth the wait, and I knew this had to mean something more. From that point on, we became best friends. Sharing new experiences and making new memories together.
We went on movie dates, spent hundreds in restaurants, decided to be adventurous and spent time at sky zone and had the grandest time. We got these neon orange special socks for sky zone, with little white suction cups at the bottom for grip. We had the most fun, like always. It felt like life was finally changing, for both of us.
One day the greatest thing happened, and it melted my heart and gave me butterflies that I couldn’t even handle. We started getting closer and more affectionate. We we’re driving back from another dinner date and we parked and were just sitting and talking in a parking lot, being cute as always, and the serious look on his face made me think of what he was about to say. Obviously I thought the worst, was he going to break up with me? I hate being a girl having these thoughts. I thought he liked me. Then he turned to me, smiled and said “I love you Cindy Moar.” My eyes went wide; I smiled like a little girl and blushed so much. I finally found my words and said “I love you too Bradley.” We started to talk after that.
“Cindy I mean it, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I am over joyed to have you in my life.”
My voice was soft and high-pitched from how I was feeling. So many butterflies, “you really mean that? Because I really do care about you to Brad, you are amazing in every single way and I enjoy all the time we have spent together and I am ready for more days to come.” We were both ear to ear grinning at this point.
He says,” I am so happy you say that Cindy, I feel the same way and I love you so much.”
“I love you, Brad.”
After a couple months we are still stronger than ever to this day. We have the greatest time together, always. We have our arguments, but that’s totally normal. We are always laughing and smiling and being cuter than ever. We make each other happy and keep each other sane. We help one another with whatever we need, and never fail to lift each other’s spirits. He makes me the happiest, and I do the same to him.