The beginning of us, part 5

We started talking almost daily, and I was loving this relationship. It was completely safe. We spent long hours on the phone or e-mail, just getting to know each other. He asked me about my day. He made me laugh. It didn’t matter how I looked or what I was wearing. There was no risk involved. I still don’t know if the next part of the story was fabricated, like the e-mail address, or what was going on behind the scenes. My parents told me that they had decided to go to Mississippi for a tour of the antebellum homes...
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The beginning of us, part 4

I had my modem set to check my e-mail once an hour. Many times I couldn’t wait though for the computer to wake up from its sleep and the modem to start its screeching. I had put myself OUT there, and I was a nervous wreck. About 24 hours later, I heard that familiar voice. “You’ve got mail.” I can’t remember exactly what his message said. I know he asked me some questions about where I had been the last eight years since we graduated from high school. So, I had to write back. I made sure to wait at...
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