My Husband

-My husband.
We met for the first time...three times. I had been rumaging through my new computer my dad got me for college. Chatting online was the big hit. Well, around that time I was confused had gotten into some bad relationships. I wanted advice on how to move on but didn't want to talk to family or friends. I wanted advice from someone who didn't know me and my situation, tendencies, etc. I thought the advice would be more honest that way. I searched different "rooms" online for sane Christian people who could offer advice. I met some characters! I also met some nice people too. I was about to signoff, somewhat satisifed with the pool of opinions I had gathered, when I saw the "Reading and Literature" room. I clicked it and scanned the list of screen names. The very last one said vladvik67. What's a vladvik? I thought to myself. I innocently clicked his name and typed a DEEP message:
"Hi. You don't know me, but what does your screen name mean?"
...A young West Point military cadet worked intently on his research paper, when all of a sudden he received an IM message from Sarai10260:
"Hi. You don't know me, but what does your screen name mean?"
He was confused and asked who she was. She was hesitant to give her name, but they kept talking. Pretty soon they were laughing and he was thirsty for more.
"Vladvik", was in reference to VLADimir the VIKing. Get it? Got it. Good.
I had the answer to my "deep" question and was ready to say goodbye to this guy, who was way into history! But he asked me to stay and chat. Then he asked for my email. I lied about my name, my hobbies and appearance. I'd never meet this guy....
Months went by. The occasional email consisting of 2-3 sentences. School sucks, blah blah blah. Then nothing. Summer came and went.

-Junior Year
I was an R.A. Alone one night on my new dorm floor, I was bored and logged onto my computer. I had 2 emails from some guy. I soon realized it was Mr. History. He talked about being in Germany for the summer, how the poppies were so beautful this time of year, and how he wished I could see them...he ended his letters with "Love", and being a girl, I read into it. We picked up where we left off. Except, I confessed about my name and hobbies. He was truthful, which made me feel bad. For the next few months we wrote faithfully. Wearing mismatched pajamas and unkept hair, I'd share my dreams, convictions and desires with a sweet young guy miles away. He'd do the same. He called me for the first time that October. It was like getting to know each other again. His voice revealed so much that his letters did not. I felt almost naked when we spoke. I'd instinctively cover myself in a blanket when he called. It was the honesty and excitement of hearing his voice each time that moved me. It revealed some covered up part of me. A part that I never knew was there.

-Winter
"Hello"...again. He what!?! He wanted to meet me- in person! Oh my gosh! What if he's really a pervert? Or weird? Or what if he lied about who he was? I had a picture of him though. But still, what if? By then, all of the girls on my dorm floor knew of him. I could NOT meet him. I already thought he was incredible. So I agreed to it. Now if only I could lose a bunch of weight in 2 days- I'd be golden! He took a bus from New York to Boston and we met at South Station. My friend drove me down there, and she and my sister waited in the car. It was Feb. 16th, I turned 21 that day. I walked to the "meeting point". It was dark out, and slightly rainy. I'll never forget the moment I saw him. He was a distance away but we made each other out. I slowly walked toward him, we were both curious. Is that him/her? As I approached I recognized him from the picture. I was nervous. Would he still like me? As I stepped closer, he opened his arms and smiled warmly. And that's how we met. I walked right into his arms, enveloped in a warm safe embrace. There was something eerily familiar about being in his arms. But what stood out more, was the "rightness" of the situation. I'd never be the same after this. We fit perfectly. We knew each other so well, yet...we didn't at the same time. I stepped back shyly and he grinned that playful grin I'd see thousands of times from then on. "Hi, I'm Nate."