VIRTUALLY MARRIED

I’m keeping my promise , i’m writing it all down ..Or should I say that I’m trying to write it all down ; I’m suppose to describe what I don’t understand , I’m suppose to talk about what happened or what is happening without knowing the nature of what is going on ..but I’ll do it anyway , whether it will be in two lignes or in 200 hundred lines , I’ll write it out anyway , because I made a promise and I hate to break my promises .

Let’s get back to the very first start , and see if there’s anything interesting that should be mentioned in my very short story . I don’t remember the exact date , or the exact day , but I do remember that it started with a ‘’Make me laugh ‘’ sentence and end up with a ‘’Seeyah’’ .

As far as my memory can do remember , I believe that I had a final exam the next day I talked to him , I was feeling sick , and upset and so freaking stressed because of the exam that I had , I was tired of studying , I felt that I couldn’t focus at all , I couldn’t study anymore ..i was just fed up , so I have closed my books , opened my laptop , and entered to a website . The website was about talking to strangers , no in fact , you open your account and then strangers come and talk to you as Anonymous ,it is about making friends , without knowing how they look like , the idea seemed fun to me that day , specially that I wasn’t feeling okay , so I typed on my bio (on that website ) : ‘’Make me laugh if you can ‘’ hoping that someone will be interesting enough to reduce my harmful stress .

I talked to many of them on that night , you know .. ‘’The strangers’’ , some of them were funny , some others were just lame , and some were boring .. anyways , I was only spending my time there , wasting it , trying to forget about the bitter truth , the nightmare , the final exam ! then an hour later he showed up , I mean talked , or spoke , whatever …What did he said ? I will be a liar if I tell you that I remember it all but , let’s just say that it was a captive conversation , I still remember one thing that seemed so catchy at that time , he said :

‘’well , I don’t know about making you laugh , but I surely will impress you ! ‘’

Daaamn , easy ! that boy just hurted my ego ! I have a big one you know (talking about my ego of course , so don’t think dirty dear reader ) , I mean .. saying something like that to me will only make me try to suck your blood until you die so that you will never ever dare to act as ‘’im Mr know it all ‘’ around me , you are not that great dude ! Talking about impressing me Ha ! That’s how I react when I feel stressed . The guy must of send that line to a thousand girl in the same time and just be flirting with everyone because he’s bored but my hormones insist to make it personal , I was ready to pick up a fight , to obey to my hormones , to insult him ..but I somehow end up by actually giving him my Facebook after a long conversation .. Boohoo me !

I admit , that we sort of had some kind of …I don’t know ..connection ? Do you know that moment when you talk to someone for the first time but you feel like you know him for a long time ago ? We were a little bit like that , I mean , we used to talk a lot! At the morning, noon , eve , night ..every time ! We had so much to say ; and we had the chance to know a lot about each other in such a short time thanks’ to The Questions game , we seriously used to spend a whole day playing that game , asking each other about anything ! lying of course was not an option , because the game is suppose to make us a bit closer , to get to know about each other’s little small details .

I must say that he was good at asking, he knew what to ask and when to ask for it ! I mean he fucking got my phone number through that game ! I’m still trying to understand how that happened! but I’m glad he did ! and also , I was good at answering too , I knew how to go around the answer when the question is so good ..that was fun , I played that game with a lot of boys , but I must say that he was one of the rare that I actually enjoyed playing with . Anyway , days passed by , things were getting just a little more serious than that , we started to talk in textos ,then to have long phone calls , we talked about our exes , our past , our family and our present . We became FRIENDS .

But wait , I still didn’t meet him ! we never met each other so I probably must say that we became VIRTUAL FRIENDS , you know ..that kind of relationships when you say ‘’Hi’’ to your dear friend without being able to give him a friend’s hug .. it’s not like we chose to not meet each other , but it is just that we lived in two different cities , it’s kind of hard to have a real date with all that distance , that’s just our faith ! wish reminds me of a cute thing : our song ! haha , we wrote our own song with our own lyrics , it’s called : Date of Faith . I dared him once to sing it to me on the phone ,my immediate silent reaction was like : thank god that you love football more than singing songs ! he is keen on football ! And good at it too I suppose , but I still enjoy listening to his deep voice , and by deep I don’t mean James bay’s deep or Passenger’s deep but an old shaky eco sound deep ! But hey , it’s always cute to hear a guy singing the song you wrote together through the phone !

One month passed by ..we were still in touch , doing what we used to do : talking on facebook , on textos , maybe once at Kik and then spend hours on the phone …But one day we had this weird conversation about marriage , I believe that I sent him or that he sent me some kind of picture showing how happy a girl is in her wedding dress at her wedding day , but then one day after the wedding , she was already cleaning the house , cooking and looking horribly upset . We had a small gag about that topic but then he said :

-What if we get married ?

-what ? I mean , I don’t want to look as upset as her , check out her face !

-yeah , you’re right , marriage is not always that charming , but the first days of it are surely sweet .

-So , let’s keep distance from the spicy days and stay on sweet .

-that’s a good idea ! let’s make a deal !

-what deal?

-let’s get married for a while and then broke up when it gets spicy .

-so if I say yes , I will be your wife for like ..3 months and then we break up .

-No let’s make it six !

-Six is fine .

And then he virtually propose to me , asked me for marriage through a texto and I said Yes . The idea was so exciting , we both know that none of what happened is real but still , the Idea seemed as a lot of fun . So we continued our little marriage game for days and months ..the idea is that we are suppose to break up in the next new year eve , we are at november now , which means that we will have the chance to continue our little game until December ; what will happen after that is unknown : will we continue the game ? will we not ? will we even stay in contact ? we can never know what will happen , everything is possible ..

However , I am sure that you as a reader , are trying to figure out why are you reading information about my life ? And why am I writing this little details ? I know a boy from the internet , so what ? We talk at the most of the times and in the most of things , so what ? we pretend to be married to keep up with the conversation as long as possible , so what? What is the big deal ? I would love to be able to answer all f this questions , but me myself don’t understand what I am talking about , as I said in the very first beginning , I made a promise to write this text ...he dared me . And that’s what I did , I made a promise to make the text as long as possible , but this is the limit , I want to add some fiction to my text to give it an appropriate end , but I appearly can not do that , this is not one of my fictional novels or short stories or essays where everything make sense , where everything is dramatic , where every single move is counted by me , No ! this is nothing but a bunch of small details , that you as reader don’t give a fuck about them , but me as a writer .. well ..i believe that that I do care about them cause this little small pieces of details …this virtual part of life added to the other real things and imaginary things and weird things are what actually MAKE my life .

You don’t have to care about it , you don’t have to like or dislike it , all what you can do is read it so that I’ll be able to keep my promise to him , whether he is a good person or not , I don’t really give a shit , I am doing this for me , I just want to be right with myself , I am … keeping my promise .