Based On A True Story Part 6: Nice To See You

We wanted to see each other so bad. If not in person, at least through video chats or whatever idea that would reassure us that we were not talking — and in a relationship — to a computer-operated program. I wanted to ask him if he had a webcam and could video chat with me. But since mine was broken and would not work no matter how many times I plugged it into the laptop ports, I decided not to. I’ve only seen him in pictures, and I wanted so bad to see him moving and laugh and smile. But it would be unfair to see him but there would be nothing on his side but a black screen, I thought. Many times he asked when I’ll get a new one, and I felt his disappointment whenever I tell him that I haven’t got one yet but still, he tried to be as patient as he could.

One beautiful morning, I was talking to him as usual, when all of a sudden he asked if I wanted to see him. My eyebrows raised and I began to panic a little, but at the same time I wanted to squirm in joy.

I said yes.

The seconds were long and everything seemed to have stopped moving as I waited anxiously for his call. He should be plugging in that webcam now, and just a few more heartbeats left and the sound of a ringing phone will echo throughout my empty house again.

Am I dreaming?

I breathed deeply and finally accepted the call. It did not took longer than the second ring then I waited, and waited for my laptop to speed up. Loading, loading… nothing but black screen. I cannot see him. But then, the blackness of the screen faded and his silhouette appeared.

Am I dreaming?

“Can you hear me? Can you see me?” he asked.

I was frozen for a second. Yes, I can hear you — loud and clear. Yes, I can see you. And you look so beautiful.

Right on the other side of my screen, was the boy I fell in love with; moving, smiling, and feeling quite awkward talking to a laptop. If I saw him for the first time in person, I would have rained him with kisses, but for now, I gave him chat kisses.He grew quiet for a moment, letting me drown myself in his handsomeness as he watched tv.

If I remember correctly, the very first time I saw him, he was wearing his blue turban and a dark colored shirt. He has not trimmed his beard yet, or at least that was how it looked like to me. And his eyes — oh, the eyes are my favorite! The way it narrows a little when he smiles, and how it always seemed as if he was looking straight to my eyes, it never fails to make me melt. He’s real. He’s really real.

My fingers were trembling, and I did not want to type anymore; I just wanted to watch him all day and night and memorize every movement of the handsome being in front of me. We were sitting at the kitchen table when he decided to show me around the house. And as he painstakingly dragged the laptop everywhere to show me the rooms, I simply sat on the other side, looking like an idiot as I gaze in awe at his beautiful house. But the tour of the house was just a bonus; I was focused on his voice; it was music to my ears. The most beautiful sound I have ever heard I almost recorded it.

He told me that I could stay at the house with him. And we will buy things and decorate and fix things in there. I was happy; it was such a good day to have finally seen him and hear his voice, and even though it did not last long even though I wanted to see him more. But, before he left, I finally got my first real kiss.

(Source: cloudbearer)