Story for the Worker

I decided to join a dating website, as all my relationships always end in some disaster. I tell a lie, only one had lasted and ended well. He was my first boyfriend and his name was Peter Malone.

We started going out since we were 15. We were in-separable. But with the careers we wanted, and our universities were too far apart. So, we ended our relationship when we were eighteen, on the terms that we remain friends.

It has been twelve years since I last saw him. We some how lost contact. I guess our careers took us in opposite directions. I wonder where he is now? And what he has been doing for all these years.

My mind swirled with memories from our past. How we always had fun. How he made me laugh. How he embrace me with his touch as he kisses me.

Thinking about him, makes me want to feel his touch, feel him embrace me like he once did. How I would adore to see him again. Was I still in love with him?

Weeks passed before I remembered that I had joined a dating website. I thought I better check to see if there were any messages, and to my amazement, I had received many messages. As I read through the messages, I discarded the ones that didn't interest me, just to narrow it down a little bit. But there was no need to have done that, when I can across a message from a Peter Malone.

Before I clicked on the message, I thought it can't be the Peter Malone, my one and only true love? There's got to be many Peter Malone's out there. Well, there was one way to find out, as I clicked on the message and to my surprise it read, ' hello Joyce, it's been a long time. I have missed you dearly all these years. What were we thinking? I would love to see you again. And I hope your well. All my love, Peter'.

My heart was pounding as I sent him a reply, stating that I love love to see him again. I ended the message leaving my address and phone number. And waited anxiously for his reply.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. Our hearts have continued to adore each other after all these years.

It was Saturday, and it has been a week. I still had no reply from him. I was quite upset. Was that message all a lie? I decided to spend the evening in my pyjamas watching soppy films and gorging on chocolate ice cream.

As I settled on the sofa, there was a knock on the door. Moaning at who it could be, I got up and made my way to the door. Swinging the door open, I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I dreaming? It was Peter. Before I had realised, we were in an embrace of a kiss. His soft touch made me feel like I could faint at any moment. As we broke away, I looked into his eyes, how I have always adore those eyes. Peter started to apologised for not replying, as I invited him in. He wanted to surprise me. We spent the night chatting.

If I have never thought of dating websites. I would have never found him.