In February of 2008 I met a girl online. She was living in America, I was living in Australia. I was about to turn 18, she told me she was 19 turning 20.
We became fast friends and talked every day, nearly all day on Skype using microphones and I would get on my webcam but she said she would get one. Within the first few days she had me, she sent me a bunch of pictures of herself, she was beautiful and so was her voice.
After a couple of months it was clear that we wanted to meet up and have an intimate relationship. I asked her why she couldn’t get a webcam. After six months or so she just said she really wanted for me to wait and see her in person for the first time .
She always told me that I’d look so much better if I cut my long hair. For her 20th birthday I went out and cut my shoulder-length hair to a very short length, got home and showed her on the webcam, she was speechless and very happy. By now we were very, very close and were open about how much we loved each other, even though we had never met.
She told me I couldn’t come and visit her and she couldn’t come and see me because she needed to finish college first and would miss me too much if I came and left or she came to see me then had to go back. After some more months she admitted to me that her father beat her and that when she came to see me she’d never go back to America and that she’d be leaving her family for good. She would get very upset when I mentioned anything about us meeting up.
As the year went by she would always tell me about her gay friend, Chris, who was her best friend. She was also extremely needy and obviously had issues but I was there for her 24/7. She would get very upset if I wanted to go out and see friends, I didn’t go out much at all and was stuck inside the house, I even missed out on my friend’s going-away party. She would get mad at me over tiny little things like if I needed to eat and she didn’t, she’d get mad and say I didn’t like spending time with her anymore.
