He and I started out just following each other, friends of friends. I remember very vividly the first photo I saw of him. My jaw had dropped. Our casual talking turned into a casual witty banter. Tumblr inboxes filled with corresponding, then emails, then texts, postcards, phone calls, skyping and eventually a nerve-filled conversation as we walked towards each other in the parking structure of the Philadelphia airport. Then I saw him in person, for the first time. Two years of friendship, and flirtation. Then, he was my boyfriend. Then, he wasn’t. I don’t regret it. It was one of my first relationships when I honestly had the time to be myself, and for someone to grow to like me as a friend then see me as a romantic possibility. That is one wonderful thing about internet long distance relationships. You become friends first. You learn what each other likes. You keep up with what they post because you really want to know what they like.
It was a grand romance fueled by the internet. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It has lent to my outlook on love, romance and relationships.