I know what
you’re thinking, and you’re right. It’s totally crazy to be in love with
somebody I’ve never met.
It’s even crazier
to be wheelchair–bound and in love with somebody I’ve never met. But then, I
don’t get out much.
Ok, get this. I’m
in love with Andy1980. Before you laugh your panties off, though, think about
it: online love has its merits. I mean, how much do you know about your
boyfriend’s first puppy? Andy’s first and only dog was called Tigger, and he
never wanted another. Tigger was Andy’s present for his fifth birthday, the one
with the gingerbread man birthday cake. Tigger saved Andy’s life four years
later when Andy got a cramp swimming in the river behind their house.
I feel for
Tigger. When I saved somebody’s life, I received this wheelchair in
exchange.... But at least I got to live. Tigger wasn’t so lucky.
You might say
it’s not much of a life I have, but—considering the alternative—I like it fine
the way it is. Which brings me to the dilemma at hand: Andy wants us to get
married. If I accept, my life—which I like fine as it is—would not stay as it
is.
(...)
