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Our journey started on the world wide web. One stray comment left him following my trail. He took the opportunity to flirt with me whilst I played tίt for tat and shyly teased him back.
We conversed only via mail and were attracted to each others words (of course we both were under no illusion that all this sweet talk and character flaunting was only honey to make our connection sweeter).

He urged me to reveal myself to him. I declined. He was persistent in his nagging, requesting a photo so he could piece this character he grew fond of; word to flesh, sentence to sinew.
How could I reveal myself to him I privately pondered? Not only was I afraid of the possible danger of inviting an anonymous person whom I grew attached to to enter my personal realm - I was frightened he would suddenly dismiss my disposition if my composition was not at all pleasing for him to behold.

I actually enjoyed having this fantasy etched in my mind, and now with the introduction of him in my life I had somebody to fulfill that long-awaited role of my Prince Charming. So I wanted this liaison to last and not be affected by physical interference. Instead I sketched myself in words and he proceeded to erase the parts he did not find fitting. He hoped I would not be too lean and that my behind stored all the excess weight. I let out an insecure laughter to myself as I studied myself in the mirror and considered the parts of my anatomy that would count as "faults" if he were to ever spy me. I was in fact lean in stature and with little natural padding to cushion my derrière. But maybe if I seduced him enough with my words he'll be too blind in lust to notice all my discrepancies if we were to truly meet and cement our infatuation with a kiss.

We existed only in each other's minds and so it was private - just me and him. we'll both be dancing to our rhythmic banter in our heads. We'll both be smiling when we're walking the streets and no one but us will ever know what äroused such a reaction. He was my Warrior and I was his Queen. He was my imaginary lover that rescued me from boredom and reality.

He grew weary and became a little too heavy with his demand to see a portrait of me. He threatened to terminate our liaison if I so refused and at this stage I myself was beginning to wax a little curious. I finally started to have a yearning to examine the guy I whispered "lover" to every night.

We set up a date and agreed to converse by video for the first time. I was nervous all day just thinking about it all.
Would he like what he sees?
Would he judge me in his vanity?
Would I fall below his expectations?
My thoughts were clouded with insecurity I had not even considered for a second that my concealed Prince was far from charming, and so I was a little taken aback when my eyes met his for the first time.

*to be continued*