She’s married. But it doesn’t matter.
All I could think about was her, from the very moment she started texting me, 3 months ago. It started with a roleplay, texting what we would do to each other if we were actually able to touch. A whole ocean is what separated us. Me, a 28 year old Welsh guy. Her, a 28 year old Texan. Married, mother of two. I found that out later, when I was deep into it emotionally. It did break me that she didn’t tell me, but I loved her. I didn’t care. I knew one day I’d be able to make her fall in love with me, leave that guy and be with me. Be mine.