by: Lee A. Zito
That Saturday morning he called me from the bus station. I thought this moment would never come, but today I would finally be meeting what I thought was my true love.
A little over three years ago I had first talked to him over the Internet. We were totally different people. He was twenty-three, I was fourteen, but that didn't matter. We shared the same thoughts, the same views, the same world. It was real, not only were we in love, we were best friends. We talked all day long, on the phone or Internet. My parents didn't really know too much about the relationship,…
