User1 – Hi I’m new to this, thanks for the invite
Fireblade1 – No problem, be careful of the weirdo’s lol
User1 – thanks for warning they’ll be in good company lol
Fireblade1 – Have you changed your profile name?
Bluebell- Been on here a week now! User1 certainly gave the game away that I was a novice
Fireblade1 – yup that’ll get em out of the woodwork good luck
Bluebell – ha-ha thanks
Fireblade1– Not seen you for a while. How’s the site treating you?
Bluebell – I’m quite enjoying it, have learnt to block people I don’t know, real life friends only!!
Fireblade1 – How come I’m still here axe wielding maniac you know?
Bluebell – hahahaha you don’t strike me as the sort, but as you crept through my defences in the early days and seemed relatively normal it felt a bit mean to cull you!!
Fireblade1 – AAARRRGHHHHHH I’M DYING HERE
Bluebell – nutter!!!! What brought you to the madness that is my ‘my world’ anyway???
Fireblade1 – Can use it through work so thought I might as well see how many other nutters are out there in cyberspace, you?
Bluebell – my friend encouraged me to join I like writing and have posted a few of my bits
Fireblade1 – you wrote those?? I’m impressed thought they were things you had copied as you liked them
Bluebell – cheeky thing of course I wrote them it’s a way to let out my feelings
Fireblade1 – not a writer myself prefer to go to war to vent!
Bluebell – War???
Fireblade1 – read my info space!!! I play war games on Xbox
Bluebell – ohhhhhh I see too complicated for me give me a keyboard any day
Fireblade1 – you write so well and I love the tattoos are they yours
Bluebell – yes don’t want to put a pic of me up so used my tats, gotta go now children beckon
Fireblade1 – Take care catch up soon.
Bluebell – Hi there how’s you??
Fireblade1 – I’m good was just thinking about you!
Bluebell – nice thoughts I hope
Fireblade1 – of course, wondered where in the world you are?
Bluebell – Long way from you my friend way up in the North
Fireblade1 – Ahhhh and what’s life for you like up there
Bluebell– Great, great kids, have a great job and great friends. Could do without some of the weirdo’s on here though getting a bit freaked by it every time I come to the page
Fireblade1 – take no notice just don’t give personal info out or answer them back, they’ll learn
Bluebell – had a proposition of marriage can you believe!!!!!! On here some African Prince wants to make me his queen.
Fireblade1 – hahah my little African queen!!! I had a woman travelling from Outer Mongolia to visit me, but guess what?
Bluebell – what??
Fireblade1 – she lost her purse at airport and asked if I could send through money to get her a new id card and she would refund me when she got here!! Hahahahahah
Bluebell – Hahah and there’s me thinking you had found the girl of your dreams
Fireblade1 – I hope she would be closer than Outer Mongolia, the same country would help!
Bluebell – I gotta leave this too many weirdoes’ it’s freaking me out a little
Fireblade1 – I wondered why I hadn’t heard from you as much
Bluebell – yeah I’ve been avoiding it to be honest I don’t think cyberspace is my thing really.
Fireblade1 – you wanna swap email addresses?
Bluebell – that’d be cool, feel like I’ve got to know you
Fireblade1 – (Sends email address and icon of flower)
Bluebell – that’s so sweet thank you see you on the other side.
And so it continued, fireblade1 and bluebell moved to email and then to in boxing each other on a daily basis. The relationship grew without either party being aware. They talked about everything from marriage break ups to foreign holidays and music. Bluebell learnt to love the inbox she received and equally fireblade1 would check his mail on a daily basis even when he wasn’t at work. He invested in a new laptop for home purely so they could talk and both continued the communication beginning to share more and more deeply with each other. Bluebell found herself telling him things she couldn’t tell anyone else, her darkest fears her biggest mistakes. Fireblade1 equally shared his life with her and each found the initial sense of interest growing in them as the communication flowed.
Fireblade1 began to send bluebell videos of her favourite music they would join together through the computers and watch them together chatting as they went and enjoying the time together. This became a regular thing, once a week when they were both alone they would indulge in computer to computer conversations and videos together sharing their love of music and amazing in what similar tastes they had.
After a few months bluebell wrote and told him how her uncle was really ill and she needed to travel up to be with her family. Fireblade1 ever the gentleman offered her a place to stay as she would be local to him. Bluebell thanked him but said she had family to stay with however they wouldn’t have internet access. Fireblade1 distraught at the idea of not chatting for a week sent her his mobile number. He said should she ever need just to escape and chat to someone outside what was happening he would be there if she didn’t want to, he would wait by the computer until she returned. Bluebell was touched by this offer and safely tucked away the number knowing that this was a whole new level for them both. Talking on the phone hearing his voice. Without telling him it was something she had thought about and had dreamed of. Fireblade1 was becoming important to her. He was there when she needed to talk, he would never respond in crude or over the top way. He seemed scarily normal. How she longed for normal, some of the men she had met left an awful lot to be desired. Bluebell had removed herself from the dating market it was too much like hard work. She had all she wanted didn’t she?? Yet late in the night when the kids were asleep she longed to feel the closeness of another, when she had a hard day she longed to come home and have someone make her a cuppa and to hear all about it.
Fireblade1 tramped his lonely flat. The evening didn’t seem complete without his inbox chat with bluebell. He read her writing that he had kept, wondering in the beauty of it in the sadness of it and the emotion it conveyed in him and what it meant to her. He wondered how she was. Where she was, he fantasised maybe she was just up the road. He didn’t realise how important she was to him until that link was severed. Fireblade1 had removed himself from the dating scene, too many desperate women wanting too much from him. He was content he had his kids when they visited, he enjoyed his job, he had all he wanted didn’t he?? But like bluebell he missed the closeness of another he missed the sharing and the listening and the being part of another’s world. Yet here they were miles from each other she would think him a total madman if he told her of his feelings. Better to have the contact they had than to risk it all and frighten her away.
Then it happened. Bluebell picked up the phone and called the number. Fireblade1 not recognising the number initially though he wouldn’t answer. It would be some cold caller someone trying to sell him windows or doors. Yet he was lonely maybe it wasn’t and so he answered the phone.
Bluebells heart fluttered when she heard his voice, she stumbled over her words reddening in the face and neck. Maybe he only offered her the number out of courtesy, now she was here maybe it was the last thing he wanted? Halting she told him who it was and waited for his reply. Fireblade1 couldn’t believe it, here she was on the phone and she had chosen to phone him. He wanted to tell her how much he had hoped she would call; he wanted to tell her he had thought about her every day since they had last communicated. But he didn’t he asked how her uncle was and caught the catch in her voice as she told him it wasn’t good news. He heard the tears flow and desperately wanted to be the one to hold her and let her sob on his shoulder. He knew she was holding everyone up and all she had to hold her up was him. A cyber friends and computer that spoke back. He listened he sympathised he made her laugh, little hiccupping laughs that sounded like heaven to him.
He couldn’t stop himself, ‘’can I meet you at the hospital for coffee tomorrow’’?? The words hung in the air long enough for him to curse himself at his crassness, bowling in when she was low and taking advantage of her vulnerable state. He held his breath waiting, would she hang up would she add him to her list of weirdo’s………..when the answer came his relief was palpable. He had to fight not to let the relief of her answer show in his voice.
Yes I would love that she said.
patchworkmum 