love is real?

It’s strange how love just... happens. You don’t go out looking for it, it just shows up when you least expect it, like the universe decided it was time.

For me, it started on a school chat. Just another boring afternoon. I was behind on work, struggling, a little lost. And then there she was. Elianna. Soft spoken, gentle, the kind of voice that makes you feel calm even when everything else is falling apart. She helped me with my work like it was nothing, just kind and patient. I remember staring at the screen and thinking, this is her... this is the girl.

After that, we started talking more. At first, it was just small stuff about school, about life but slowly it became everything. We’d talk every night. Our calls would go on for hours. We’d laugh until it hurt, talk about dreams, random things, anything really. Every call felt like it mattered. Like I was talking to someone who truly saw me. We were young, far apart, but I swear it felt like we were right there next to each other.

Then came the first storm. My parents didn’t understand. To them it was strange, being in love with someone you’d never met in person. They thought it was just a phase. We argued. I tried to make them see what I felt, but they couldn’t. So... we broke up. It was awful. It felt like losing a part of myself. Nights felt longer. The world felt quieter.But somehow, we found our way back. We always did. Because when something’s real, you can’t just walk away.

Still, life doesn’t make things easy. We broke again. This time it felt final. I remember lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, tears slipping down without me even noticing. My heart just ached. I missed her voice, her laugh, the way she’d call me “idiot” when I said something dumb. It’s crazy how much silence can hurt when you’re used to hearing someone’s voice every day.

Months passed. I tried to move on, but deep down I knew... I still loved her. Then out of nowhere came this chance a once in a lifetime thing. We were finally going to meet. I couldn’t believe it. After all the waiting, all the late nights, all the distance... it was really happening.The day I saw her, everything stopped. I still remember her walking up to me, smiling like she’d done it a thousand times before. But it was real this time. She was real. When I hugged her, it felt like coming home. That moment... I knew. I knew I’d never feel something like that again.

We got back together after that. But it wasn’t like before. It was deeper. Stronger. My parents saw it too. They saw how happy she made me, and they finally understood.

Now it’s our final year in school. We talk about the future a lot weddings, vacations, where we’ll live, all the small things that suddenly feel possible. We’re already planning our second trip together. She’s the girl of my dreams. I’m the guy of hers. And this time, it’s different. It feels like forever.When I got back from seeing her last time, I cried. I couldn’t stop. It wasn’t sadness. It was love so strong it hurt. I sat there just thinking about her, about how lucky I was. That’s when I knew she was the one. My Juliet. My love.

And now... six years later, here we are.

So kids, that’s how me and your mom met. Through a screen. Online. Two high school sweethearts who refused to give up. Even when our prom was seven hours apart, I still went. I remember her smile on the video call, the way she said, “I wish you were here.” And I told her, “I am.”

Your mom’s perfect. She always has been. And I wouldn’t change a single thing.

Because love... love is real.