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#110 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
Since everyone is venting, I've got a true story to tell, if anyone cares to hear it.

The setting begins in highschool, an ever turbulent and terrible time for romance and romance accessories. I was what a lot of us probably were at the time; an unpopular nerdy kid that nobody really liked who played video games, read comic books, and had a sci-fi or fantasy book out to read at lunch. However, I was also blessed by the gods of my nordic ancestors, and was built like a grizzly bear viking ****** a bulldozer that boxed as a competitive hobby. Not ripped. Just enormous. Tall, wide, thick, the works. So bullying was minimal, because nobody wanted to pick on a walking mountain, even if he wore glasses and could quote lines from Final Fantasy.

A lot of things happened in highschool, like finding some real friends (we've mostly drifted apart), finding one really awesome nerd-friend who befriended me over hearing Final Fantasy jargon in the hallway, totally lifts bro, and is off doing Marine things in the Marines right now, and a bunch of other side stories. But we aren't here for those. We're here for her.

She was, to be blunt, not the best looking girl in the class. If I had to objectify her, she'd probably be a solid seven. She was one of the quiet girls. Didn't talk much, really good grades. She participated in the school athletics program, and was actually very good, but she wasn't some jock chick. She kept away from the limelight as much as she could. She didn't like the attention. She had a wide forehead, a small nose, a slim figure, and straight red hair that she usually wore down to her shoulders. Most people would have been uncharitable and called her unattractive. I thought she was cute.
#111 to #110 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
I remember exactly how it was that we met. I was reading some fantasy book during a free period, and saw her reading something. I asked her what it was. She told me. And then, seeing what I was reading, and that we had similar interests, she asked if I wanted to borrow it when she was done. I did, and that's how I came to read Ender's Game for the first time.

We talked more. We traded books more. We laughed, and opened up to each other. Her favorite movie of all time was Empire Strikes Back. She had signed up to go on a mission trip to New Zealand at the end of her senior year, specifically because it was where they were filming the Lord of the Rings movies.

I wasn't someone the local bullies wanted to pick on, but my experience with girls was incredibly limited. I eventually worked up the courage, asked her to be my girlfriend.

She turned me down. She looked sad when she did. She said she already had one. I met him, once, when I went out to her car one day to trade some books with her. He was a Jock, capital J. Not from our school. His name was Mike. He was cold with me, and abrupt with her. That was around the middle of our time in Freshman year.

We kept writing. Come to find out, her boyfriend was abusive. He insulted her, abused her, hit her sometimes. He even went so far as to pressure her into sex, which she managed to turn down.
#112 to #111 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
She dumped him. We wrote back and forth about it a lot. She desperately needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was more than willing to give her mine. I don't know all the details. I didn't pressure her to find out. But I did tell her that I liked her a lot, and that even though she probably didn't want a boyfriend again so soon, I'd be more than happy to be that guy. She seemed to really like that idea, and said she would think about it. She thanked me for being so kind and supportive. She even offered to go further than hugging and writing to each other, but I turned her down. I didn’t want to take advantage of her like that, and told her as much. It was around this time that I made a Facebook page at her request. I didn't really want it, and never used it for anything, but she used the site a lot, and wanted to be able to use it to keep in contact with me when she left.

That was in senior year.

Highschool ended. College began. She went on her mission trip, and we kept writing. We kept in contact constantly through e-mail. She sent me pictures of the places she was visiting, the people she was meeting. The things she was doing. We were obviously in different time zones, and running completely different schedules, but we still managed to write each other every other day. Sometimes more frequently than that.

Eventually, she came home. We met up. She looked very much the same from when I last saw her, but her skin was less pale, her eyes brighter. She had put on a bit of weight. Her hair was longer. And it looked like something heavy had been lifted from her shoulders. Most people still would have called her unattractive. I thought she was beautiful.
#113 to #112 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
She managed to graduate college with flying colors, while I was working hard at holding down multiple jobs, trying to become as independent as I possibly could from my parents. We kept constant communication throughout. She wanted to go see the world. France, Italy, Spain, the United Kingdom. I encouraged her. She went on a whirlwind tour of Europe. She loved everything she saw, but especially Italy. We had found yet more common ground years earlier in Italian food. She couldn't stop talking about how much she wished I was there.

This went on, and the months flew by, and before I knew it, I was graduating college myself, my professor congratulating me on my thesis paper.

She's back in the United States by this point. She still wants to see new things. She moved away from where I live, where we both used to live, towards the interior. She lived on a cattle ranch for a time, as a tenant of an elderly couple. She sent me pictures of the horses. She learned to ride. She became very good at it. I encouraged her all the way.

It was around this time that I realized it. I was in love. Well and truly in love. It wasn't some sudden thunderbolt out of the sky. It wasn't some grand revelation. I simply realized that this girl was the one for me. We liked each other. We'd been through hell together. I'd been saving up money for years to buy a house of my own, a house with room for a family. And when I tried to imagine what that family would look like, the faces were always blank. Until I thought of her. And then no one else's face would do.
#114 to #113 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
We were still writing. I wrote to her, told her I loved her, with all my heart. I invited her back home. The Hobbit would be coming out soon, and I told her we could see it together. It would be my treat. She agreed enthusiastically, thrilled at the idea. What I didn't tell her were the dinner reservations I had made at a restaurant of the sort where you need reservations to get in at all. An Italian restaurant. And I had saved up enough money for a brand new car, but spent it on a very special gift for her.

We keep writing, but suddenly, one day, she doesn't get back to me. I'm surprised, but unconcerned. We're both adults now. We have lives to live. I'm sure she's just busy, or maybe her internet is down. It's fine. Nothing unusual. I can wait.

So I wait. And wait. And wait.

She doesn't get back to me. Days turn into weeks. Finally, after over a month of not hearing from her, I've become really concerned. It's never taken this long, a week at the very outside. Is she hurt? In the hospital? Did something terrible happen? I go to my Facebook page for the first time in years, which was as empty as it always is, and try to find her wall to see if any of her friends know what is happening.

She isn't there. At first, I think it's because they changed the format of Facebook. Maybe I'm just not seeing the buttons I need to push. Did my account get reset somehow? I'm listed as having no friends.

Starting to get 'very' worried, I use the Facebook search to search for her. Nothing. Zip. Nada. No pings. I double check her last name, just to be completely sure I spelled it right, even though it's not a difficult name, and I'm sure I didn't get it wrong. No, I spelled it right. She's just not there.
#115 to #114 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
Extremely concerned now, I'm about to give up, when something in the search engine catches my eye. The way it's set up, a person's profile picture appears next to their name. The person in the first non-exact result looks familiar. In fact, even though it's shrunk, and we haven't seen each other in person in several years, it looks almost exactly like her, even though the name is completely wrong.

I click on it.

It's her.

I scroll down to her comments, and see nothing but a deluge of well-wishers congratulating her on her recent marriage.

She had gotten married the week before, to a guy she's known for less than a month. They eloped, together, on the other side of the United States, hundreds of miles away from her family. Hundreds of miles away from me.

I don't know what to feel. I'm in shock. I start to write her an e-mail, but stop. Then I start again, but delete the second one as well. Finally, after two days, I write her a short and simple message, deliberately and painstakingly bleached of emotion, asking her what was going on, and mentioning that I visited her Facebook page and saw that she was married.

Her replay was slightly wordier than mine, and the tone was much colder. The general gist: yes, I am married now. We love each other very much. I'm sorry I didn't write to you sooner. I have things to do. Goodbye.

I replied to her e-mail wishing her all the best in the world, and that I hope she has a good life. I asked if we could still be friends.

She never replied.

That was the last I ever heard from her. I've gone out of my way to not check up on her. I don't want to know, don't 'need' to know.
#116 to #115 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
I used the tickets I had bought to treat my father to the movies. We were both heavy moviegoers, and it was nice to be the one paying for everything for a change, instead of the other way around. We both enjoyed The Hobbit immensely, but my enjoyment was slightly less so, because I could not help but think of her as we watched it. I cancelled the expensive dinner reservations. And I still have the diamond promise ring I was going to give her, hand-wrapped and tied with ribbon, in the bottom of a spare sock drawer I haven't opened since.

That's the story of how my girlfriend got married behind my back, and I only found out about it from Facebook.

That's the story of how the number of my very best friends in real life and in a galaxy far, far away went from two, to only one.

I'd worry about the last one more, but he dumped everything into DEX and has Improved Evasion, so I doubt some asshole terrorist is going to catch him flat-footed. He's crazy, but like a fox. I'm sure he'll be fine. And when he gets back from his tour, maybe I'll offer for him to crash with me for awhile. Introduce him to Skyrim, and all the manga and manhwa he's missed. That sort of thing.

After all, my house is more than big enough for two.
#171 to #116 - anonymous (07/19/2014) [-]
You forgot "open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur"
#170 to #116 - zamka (08/12/2013) [-]
Aww man, I can't imagine how hard you're feeling, but all I should say that you should move on with your life, I promise you that one day you'll find the perfect one for you, but **** dude if the one she got married was her ex-boyfriend then this **** is cray!!
User avatar #165 to #116 - doodogger (01/14/2013) [-]
Holy hell this could make an amazing movie/novel.
#162 to #116 - anonymous (01/12/2013) [-]
I am but a mere anon in here, for I cannot bring myself to make an account (in fear of losing myself to FJ forever), but this... this really... hit me in the face with feels Q_Q How could anyone do such a thing?? And not even tell about it?? Even in the brief visit to the friendzone, your 'ship was all good and floating and DANCING on the ******* waves! As a woman myself, I am facepalming here at that lady's blindness. Why can't some people see what is right in front of you!?
User avatar #144 to #116 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Well that sucks, but I take it you guys were never actually together?
#138 to #116 - whitenail (01/11/2013) [-]
My heart...it's BROKEN
My heart...it's BROKEN
User avatar #143 to #138 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Oops, didn't mean to reply to you...
User avatar #142 to #138 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Well that sucks, but I take it you guys were never actually together?
User avatar #137 to #116 - happypancake (01/11/2013) [-]
Arwh **** . Feels, man. It's weird, I keep hearing that redhead chicks are bitches, but somehow I hoped for better when I was reading your story.
I really hope you meet someone worthwhile sometime. It might not happen soon, but you scars will heal eventually.
#121 to #116 - anonymous (01/11/2013) [-]
this is probably the saddest thing i have read in a while... im sorry she could be this cold and heartless. i too know how it feels like to get stabbed like that.
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