Never To Forget

[arqangel73 (deleted)]

I met Ellie on this site nearly 2 years ago. Having been a member for a couple of weeks with no results of my search, I finally received an email from this attractive, but extremely shy European woman. I emailed her back thinking this is just a simple welcome exchange. I couldn't have been more wrong. The more we wrote to each other, the more we evolved. After our third or fourth email, we wanted to chat on messenger, so we exchanged addresses and began an innocent and spontaneous chat about everything under the sun. Our first chat must have gone on for at least 6 hours. Then I asked her playfully, "Would you be my girlfriend, my sweetie and my dear?" After a short pause, she said yes. We couldn't still the butterflies inside any longer. The next night we chatted, another several hours went by before I finally asked her, "Ellie, would you like to talk?" She replied, "??? We are talking." "I mean on the phone." Long pause. "OK" she typed. Since I wasn't able to call her at the time (phone plan sucks.), I gave her my number. "OK, I'll wait for your call." I nervously typed.
The phone rang once and that was it. "Did you call then?" I asked her. "Sorry...I was scared." She said. "I'll call again." By that time, I was so nervous my palms were getting sweaty.

The phone rang again. I cleared my throat before picking up the receiver. "Hello." I said, trying to sound smooth and relaxed. "Hi." Ellie replied so softly. She sounded just like I imagined. I loved her accent. She sounded like she could cry at any time. Her voice was sweet and I had this mental picture of a broken-hearted angel with wings resting. We talked for at least 30 minutes and I don't believe I was ever this fired up about someone before. I knew in my heart this had to be the woman I was looking for and should meet. The next day, after I got home from my course, I checked my messages and emails, only expecting hers. That was my routine throughout the winter. Going to school, thinking about Ellie, coming home, checking messages and calling her. I bought a LD calling card every 3 days or so, depending on the length of our conversations. We talked for hours. One day, I couldn't get through to her when I called. There was either no answer or I'd get a recording. Her messenger remained 'offline'. Two days passed before I heard her voice again. It was just torture and anguish not being able to get in touch with her for 48 hours. Ellie apologized and explained that her phone wasn't working. Everything was fine now.

About 3 months had passed when we started talking seriously about meeting. We wanted to see each other badly and made plans to be together for the rest of our lives. I loved her with everything I had and she felt the same. No woman has ever told me she loved me the way she did. I could just feel it over the phone, on the messengerand even when I wasn't talking to her. People would bring up the possibilty of a scam. I was aware of scams long before these people were. I've encountered a few online scammers in my time and never fell prey to any of them. And I knew Ellie was not one. I was in love with her and would do anything for her.

We corresponed by regular mail as well and our letters were lengthy and certainly dripped with the sweetest honey mush you can imagine. Yes, we were the typical love-sick lovers who'd draw giggles and snide remarks if we were out in public. We wouldn't notice, and if we did, we wouldn't care. I was literally aching inside when I was thinking of Ellie and missing her. We missed each other alot, even though we haven't met yet. Every call or text began with 'Honey, I missed you.' I was in a whirlwind romance that swirled all across the Atlantic. I ignored the jealous comments that came from so-called friends. I was going to bring her to Canada and I did.

I met Ellie at the airport after an hour of waiting and pacing around, wondering 'What the hell was I thinking?' Reality was sinking in. I truly loved her but, this was a huge leap for both of us, especially for her. She flew thousands of miles to be with me. I've never been to Toronto but there I was dressed up and ready to spend my first night with this beautiful European woman in a place we've never been. It was scary, crazy and exciting at the same time. I had it all mapped out. My cell finally rang. It was Ellie and she sounded frantic. "Michael, where are you?" I told her where I was and that I'd been waiting for an hour or so. "You need to come to Customs right away!" My heart raced and started sinking. This was the very thing that I was dreading and tried not to think about. They buzzed me in at Customs and Immigration. I walked into a small brightly lit white room that resembled something out of a prison scene in a movie. My nerves were shot. The officer opened a door and told someone to come. Ellie came out, teary-eyed and looked like she was going to burst through the plexiglass between us. Our eyes finally met when she faced me.

She explained what was happening and I could not believe it. I did my best to comprehend. She was being deported for lack of visa. She failed to acquire one and there was absolutely nothing we could about it. She had done so much planning and took care of too many things at once. And it was just that one vital piece that she overlooked. It was the singlemost heart-breaking experience for both of us. She repeatedly apologized but, I told her it was gonna be alright. She looked up and asked, "Do you still want me?" I said I do. We weren't going to let this stop us. We spoke for about 10 minutes before the officer came back and said it was time. She put her hands through the bottom slot and I could only hold her fingers. I kissed them and started to cry. She took off her bracelet and gave it to me. I took off my ring and gave it to her. We wanted to hold each other so badly but couldn't. We blew kisses and said goodbye.

So, our dream shattered into a million pieces and may not ever be put together again. We kept in touch and planned to be together and stay that way. This story does go on but, it is too much for me to tell. I miss her terribly and I've been trying to move on with my life. It's been 4 months since I spoke to her. I don't know where Ellie is now and I hope she's alright.
I could write a whole book about the love we had. We were soulmates. If she ever calls or writes, I will do everything in my power to hold on to her.

[nanabrianna (deleted)]

`I sincerely wish you the best of luck!!

[anewmoon]

`Brother, sounds great, does she understand the great lakes winter?
You posted this story and leave it open ended... or does the past tense vocab' WAS in love with her mean something,
doesn't sound so great...
I hope you finish this with hope or a laugh,
if not, rough run, man.

[harmony68 (deleted)]

`yes anewmoon says what i feel as well.

[kaskiyeh (deleted)]

[anewmoon]

`If it was like my experience with a European woman. She spoke five languages, lotsa money, athletic, adventurous, poetic, she fill'd my nose with scents I had never known, she want'd to fly me to Paris for a rendez vous, she shared her glistening body in the warm Algonquin nights with me, we dreamt together 3ooo kilometers apart, her frankish germanic voice made me like charlemagne on the phone,
but i was young and too lazy to get a passport. She liked white wine I liked red. I didn't know any german, Italian, french, spanish or chinese! Never flew anywhere in my life. She had class I was pot smoking poet. And if I went, I probably would have lost that passport and had to live my days in Abetha as a ghost.

No, some times love isn't worth IT, even if it is just about the sex, ehn!
I have all the fun in the world just tearing IT up here on the keyboard, alone.

No regrets about never reaching out for love, nope.

Got my good dog, some money, an imagination, but no regrets about cowering away from the many amazing women in this life.
Hey, still don't have a passport... europeans just wants to marry for dual citizenship in Canada anyway.
And, hey arqangel73, who wants to have a relationship with a poet?
Let's just splash some water on our faces and disguise these tears, broken hearts. If Love doesn't mess us up too much, it can make for a really sharp story. Just reach out....
for a pen!

[nanabrianna (deleted)]

`Arqangel73 - I'm sorry that it had to end this way. But when a relationship isn't moving forward and there is no progression, it has to end. I kept a long distance relationship going for 4 years and this year I put my foot down. We loved each other but he wasn't putting any effort to try and be together. I hope you can grow from this experience and let it open your heart to new things. Your life isn't over yet, and neither is your love story! Take care!

[kaskiyeh (deleted)]

`OH geez!! where are my hip boots

[rblyl (deleted)]

`too bad she didn't come up thru U.S.A via Mexico, take a boat around up into B.C!...LOL

[arqangel73 (deleted)]

`That woulda worked, rbyl!! lol