I fell in love with the first girl I ever met on the internet. I didn't fall in love with her right away though... I mean, she seemed really cool, and she was great to talk to. She sent me a picture, and I thought she was really hot, but that didn't really have a lot of impact on my feelings... because she was someone that lived on the other side of the country, and she was just REALLY great to talk to.

Before long I found myself missing her in between chats... When I got to college for my freshman year, we got up the guts to talk to each other on the phone. She had the most amazing, sexy voice I had ever heard.

Anyways, we talked on the phone quite often, as well as on the computer still... anyways, it took us about a year and a half, after we had first met, to fall in love. She said it first... I hadn't really considered falling in love with her....the distance? having never met?... but she opened my eyes and I realized that I truly was in love with her.

We made plans for me to fly to Washington so we could FINALLY see each other... about 2 and a half years after we met. We went through some hard times... all my fault really. It was just hard for me to be in love with someone so far away... I'm the kind of guy who needs to be with someone, you know?

But she stuck with me through the hard times, and for this I never doubted her love for me. The weeks before I flew there were harder than ever... time DRAGGED by so slowly. We talked on the phone more than ever, telling each other just how excited we were. My love for her began to grow stronger than ever, and even without meeting her, I knew she was the one. I saved up some money, and bought her a ring... it wasn't much, but it was pretty and it wasn't really the ring, it was what the ring meant... it meant spending the rest of my life with this girl... which is a big commitment, especially at such a young age, but the fact is, I couldn't picture my life with anyone else, I couldn't live without her in my life, for the rest of my life.

I'll never forget the first time I saw her. I stepped off the plane, and there she stood. My girl. The girl that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. She was more beautiful than I had expected. She was so beautiful. For some reason there wasn't anyone else in the entire airport. Or at least I don't remember anyone being there. I guess her little sister was standing there, cuz' after a while I noticed her looking at us, grinning.

But she wasn't there at first... she couldn't have been. I thought it might be awkward to kiss her, but it wasn't at all. I'd never kissed anyone before that... at least it seemed that way. How to explain... if that was a kiss, then I'd never kissed someone... it had never felt that way, it had never meant that much. I couldn't stop looking at her... that didn't wear off either... I couldn't stop looking at her for the entire two weeks... I think she got sick of it.

I asked her to marry me the second day I was there. There wasn't anyone home and we were sitting on her bed. I got out the ring and told her I couldn't picture myself with anyone else, and I wanted to know if she would marry me. She asked if I was sure, and I told her that I had never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I told her she could think about it if she wanted to, that was cool with me if she needed time... but she said that she didn't need to think about it. Then she smiled and the tears were rolling down her cheek and she whispered, "Yes." I swear I've been smiling ever since.

It was so hard to leave her. To fly home... I think I cried all six hours. She's flying here to spend Christmas with my family. And then next summer she's flying here to be with me for good. We're going to go to college together, and when the time is right, we're going to get married, and then after that... I'm going to spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to make her happy.