we met at measurection, actually, in the chat room. Little by little, we became good friends, which was really all I wanted from him. Over time, we developed crushes which were just never going to go anywhere. We were thousands of miles apart. He was a virgin, I was fucking my way through Brooklyn. We cammed, and started having what felt very much like dates. We'd watch TV together while camming on Skype, do our homework together, talk about everything under the sun. He'd draw while I watched. I edited his short stories. We were physically attracted to each other, and our little crushes grew in intensity, and eventually there was love. I tried to visit him, but something went wrong. I sent him a potted plant to apologize. He moved 1800 miles closer. He had to leave behind the plant, and I found out later, he cried. Awww. That plant is still there, though. He was out there about a year ago, and it was thriving. That made him smile. Awww. Anyway, he came to visit me, we went to a parade. He was moved to tears by a patriotic thought-stream, and I knew he would always be the one for me. So I told him so. He went back to his place 200 miles away, but not before we cried in each other's arms at the reality of separation after that wonderful, long weekend. We no longer cry about it, but we do tear up something fierce when one of us travels far without the other. I can't stand to be without him, nor he without me.