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.
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