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| The love of my life, forever |
| by Sissy |
Nine months ago, I met someone in the chat. I am 48 and he is 35. We love each other. We met each other. We live in different countries but my love is so big, that the distance was not a problem.
But in al this love story, there was a lie. I did not tell him my real age, I told I was 40.
We we met, at the airport, I knew he was the love of my life and I am sure I was his.
After ten days, we had a talk and I confessed him my real age. He was very up set and asked me to go in a month.
I was very sad, my heart was broken, but he was right. I lied to him.
In the next days, I gave him all my love, my soul, my heart and my life, and I felt he did the same. He loves me so much but he did not want to admit.
Finally I convinced him to let me to stay and he confessed all the love he felt for me.
We lived five wonderful months togheter. Before my VISA expired, I must leave the country but we agreed that I would come back as soon as possible.Both were very sad, but I had to leave.
After two days, I was already at home and talking by telephone with him, he told me he did not want me to come back yet. He wanted a time to think about us and I asked if the problem was the age and he told me yes.
I told him that a love like ours he would not find in many years. I asked him to think about and I am giving him the time he asked.
But I am sure he loves me very much and I will not give him up. Never. I am sure he will tell me to come back back, to stay with him, to live this love. Anyway, I am afraid.
i dedicate this love story to us, the love of my life and me
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