She's From: Australia
He's From: Greece
I was a first year University student and
just getting to know how to use the Internet.
I had heard about chat programs, but
whenever I was game enough to venture into a channel, I just got bored
with the people I saw and spoke to.
During my lunch breaks, I would go to the
computer labs and waste some time surfing the net with a friend. One
particular week, I was determined to find a specific server, one that
wasn't English, as I wanted to further my conversational skills in
mother language (let's say it was Greek). For a whole week I searched
the net for a server with a Greek channel that didn't use much English,
but to no avail. I remember saying to myself on the last day of the
week, "that's it. If I don't find it today then it doesn't exist". And
that's when I found the exact server and channel I was looking for. The
people there were young and funny, and after chatting for an hour I
really liked it, and decided that's where I'd come if ever I was in the
mood for chatting online, improving my Greek at the same time.
Well about two weeks later, I was on my break at Uni and chatting in MIRC. It was the early hours of the morning in Greece, which is where
the majority of people are from. I was the only one from Australia, and
a few were from the U.S. A few of us were just talking on the channel
about how bored we all were, so I private messaged one guy I'd there and
asked him, "so, what do you want to talk about?" So we started chatting
for the next few hours, saying where we're from and things like that. I
didn't expect to talk or even see him again, but the next day I was back
online, and there he was. It was a pleasant surprise to see him again,
because he was so nice to talk to. He was so funny, he cracked me up. We
flirted a little, and he told me that he had a girlfriend. That for me
initially was like a challenge. I wondered if we could still talk openly
the way we had been, even though he was attached. Then, kind of like out
of the blue, almost as a joke really, we began to have cyber sex. It was
the first time for me, and to my surprise for him too. He was an IRC
veteran almost, chatting for a few years already, whereas I had only
begun a few weeks before, and was already having cyber sex!!
The next night I was back on, and we cybered again. I started to get
this strange feeling, like our relationship was just about sex and
nothing else. I told him what I thought right there and then, and he
said he wanted to know everything about me - what made me happy, sad, my
likes, my dislikes, my thoughts - he wanted to know the real me. He said
he couldn't stop thinking about me. I was so relieved to hear him say
that, because he was all I could think about too.
He was 23, and in the middle of a two year relationship with his
girlfriend. And also a med student. I was 18, and had only ever kissed a
few guys here and there, but never anything serious. We chatted on MIRC
almost every day, and when we couldn't be online we sent emails to each
other, saying how much he missed and needed me, how he couldn't wait to
see me online again. I kept thinking how weird it was, and how could he
possibly be thinking these things when he had a girlfriend. It was about
a month to two months later that we both realised what we shared was so
much more than just a casual relationship.
We were chatting, when just out of nowhere he said to leave him alone,
that I was crazy. I said I loved him and why was he telling me this? I just
didn't understand why or where this was coming from. I was so hurt. The
pain that I felt was unbearable. I disconnected, and cried my eyes out
on my bed. I felt as if he was misleading me all this time, like love to
him was just a joke.
That night when I logged on to check my email, which was about 7-8hrs
later, there was an email waiting from him. What had actually happened,
was that his sister had walked into his bedroom and saw on the screen me
typing how much I loved him. She started teasing him and threatening to
tell his girlfriend. He didn't know what to do, so he acted as if I was
crazy, like he didn't know me, so his sister would see that what I was
saying wasn't for real. After reading his email, I was so relieved, like
there was a glimmer of hope left for us. I logged onto the IRC, and sure
enough there he was waiting for me. He couldn't tell me enough how sorry
he was for what had happened. He knew I was hurt and what I was
thinking, and said that the pain he felt when he thought he had lost me
forever was unbearable. It was after that incident that we both realised
how much in love we both were. The thought of losing one another again
like that was frightening. Neither of us wanted to go through that kind
of pain again. We knew we had found our soul mate, but we were so far
apart, and that was where the pain lay.
He then told me that he had decided to move to Australia so that we
could be together. In two months time he had planned on being here, and
I was the happiest girl on this earth. The next month was summer
vacation in Greece, and he went away with his family to the beach for
two weeks. We couldn't bare to be away from each other for so long, but
there was nothing else we could do. They went every year on vacation
together, along with his friends. It was then that he asked for my phone
number. It was the perfect answer. We were so eager and excited to hear
each other's voices that he called me that night, the next night and the
night after that - all before he even left for the beach.
It was so amazing to hear his voice. I don't even remember what we
talked about. We were just laughing a lot and enjoying the moment. I
remember sometimes I would just close my eyes and listen to his voice,
not even paying attention to what he was saying. The time that he was
away on holidays was absolute hell. His girlfriend was there with him as
well, but he found times to be alone where he'd all me on the telephone,
even though he knew the phone bill that he was going to receive would
nearly kill him.
When he got back, we finally exchanged pics. We never had a chance
before because I didn't have a scanner, and we wanted to wait so that we
could exchange them together. We were already so much in love, and after
seeing his pic nothing changed, except for the fact that I now had a
face to put to this beautiful person that I loved and dreamed about.
We started writing to each other through the post as well. I sent him
photos of me, he sent me postcards and a love letter. He finally broke
it off with his girlfriend as well. He loved me and only me, and now I
knew it was true. He said his girlfriend had noticed a change in him,
that he was more distant, but he never told her about me, just that he
thought that they grew apart and it was better that they remained just
Christmas that year, 7 months after we first started chatting, and we
still weren't together in real life. Three attempts at coming to
Australia had failed, and it was Christmas and New Years Eve already. I
will never forget how lonely I felt that year. It is a time that is
suppose to be spent with those you love, but mine was on the other side
of the world, and I felt like there was a huge hole in my heart. I cried
myself to sleep on Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day was just the worst I
had ever felt in my entire life.
The pain we were both feeling at being so far apart was unbearable.
There were times where he thought that he couldn't go on, so he lied and
said that he had a girlfriend so that I would leave him, and move on
with my life. But the two times that it happened, and also when I did it
too, we were always back together again within a week because we just
couldn't bare to be apart.
A few months later, on Valentines Day, he told me that he started a
project and needed to finish it before we could be together. He felt his
life was a mess, and had dropped out of med school because all of his
time was spent online. Starting this project with a fellow doctor was
like a way to salvage that.
With everything that has happened, it has taken its toll on my entire
life, including my health. Today, in the 15 months since we first met, I
have lost about 10kg from the stress of waiting for him, and am now on
anti-depressants because it eventually became all too much. We talk
every single day for hours on end, when we wake up in the morning to
when we go to bed at night. At the moment, my life is just a waiting
game - waiting for my love to finally come to me.
I will try and keep you posted on any developments in the coming
months:) In the meantime, I wish you all the very best of luck with your
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