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Around the World in two years
15 February, 2007
I met Michael in a chat room in may 2003, he was in America, I was in England. He was 43 I was 27. After months of talking on the phone and sending pictures and letters to each other I let him talk to my daughter who was 9 years old. She and him talked on the phone, they got on very well with each other, he sent her birthday cards and Christmas gifts.
In December 2003 I flew out to meet him. I fell in love with him even more that we were now together in the same place. I met his family and stayed in his brothers house while his brother was away. He told me he loved me, I was so happy, we had such a Wonderful time together. When it was time for me to go home we both cried. I was so unhappy not being around him, we talked everyday for hours on the phone.
Michael had always wanted to live in Australia so he started looking for a job there. I did everything I could to help him. Finally, in March he found a job in Tasmania. I was so happy for him but inside I was so unhappy he was moving to the other side of the world. I asked him to promise me everything would be the same between us, he said it would.
He left the 4th of April. I cried for two days. I missed him so much. On the 7th he called me, I was so happy to hear his voice. He called every other day for a month, he called me and I asked him, do you love me? he said he did, he said he wanted to marry me but had to sort things out in Australia first. I was over the moon that he said that. But slowly the calls stopped. If I called him he would not answer his phone.
When I finally reached him he would say he could not talk long. I was devastated, I felt so alone. How could I do anything when he was a million miles away. I loved him so much, I had to look into his eyes, only then would I know what was really going on.
So on the 1st of August my daughter and I flew out to see him I text him when I arrived, he said he would pick me up two days later as he was in another city working. So two days later we all met up, I was so happy to see him. After spending the day together we went back to my hotel, my daughter was sleeping so we had time to talk. He said he didn't want to be with me or anyone! I was devastated, I just broke down and cried. The rest of our holiday was spent with him kissing me, holding my hand, I went along with it hoping he would change his mind. He didn't.
On the day we left he told me he loved me to the end of earth and beyond, he kissed me and left. I knew that would be the last time I would hear from him.
I arrived back in England, I went to Liverpool to stay at my friends house. I needed a good friend to be around. Later that day he text me, asked if i got home, I said I did, he called me and we talked for an hour.
For six weeks he called me everyday, I thought he wanted me back. How wrong I was, he changed his number and I never heard from him again... or so so i thought.
He called 7 months later asking me to help him get his divorce papers from England. His ex wife is English and he needed them to get through immigration. I did think about helping him, I still loved him but he was using me so I didn't. I never heard from him again to this day.
2 years later, I still love him. I think about him everyday. I know I will never see or hear from him again but I still have hope.