She sat alone in the empty hotel room, staring off into space and wondering what would happen once he got there. She had imagined this moment so many times that it didn't seem real, but she knew her life was about to change forever.
Their meeting had been completely by chance, and she often marveled that it had happened at all. They met online, in an ordinary chat room, two people who somehow found each other among all the others. They started talking, and from that moment they were both affected. They lived thousands of miles and an entire ocean apart, but somehow their relationship bloomed.
Even now, sitting with her feet propped up on the bed, she tried to remember what had compelled her to act the way she had. When he first talked to her she had called herself by a different name with a slightly different age. Along with these alterations came a new sexual history as well. The shy virgin she was in real life gave way to the unreserved and widely experienced woman she had created in her mind. He seemed captivated by her stories, and she kept fueling his desires for more.
She blushed as she recalled one particular fabrication she had created. She once told him an elaborate story of passion taking place at a summer camp. She told of how she had encountered a group of fellow campers in the showers one morning, four of them engaged in a wet, steamy tangle of limbs. She went into detail about them, about how she had watched them unnoticed from behind a curtain, silently sliding a hand beneath her robe until her entire body shook from an orgasm. She had told this story in as much detail as she could think of, enjoying the thought of him getting off on it.
Eventually the stories stopped. She made a mistake and he found out the truth: she had lied to him, about nearly everything. This was four months after they first began talking, and by this time she had grown torn in their relationship. She had become attached to him, even started to have real feelings for him, and she was sure he felt the same. The problem was that he didn't feel them for her; he felt them for the person she had created. When that fateful day came, she thought she would lose him. She was wrong.
She confessed everything. She got it all out before telling him how sorry she was that she had lied. She nearly cried when he said he forgave her, saying he wasn't mad and could understand why she had done it. Though she was overjoyed at this, she knew he couldn't really understand why she had. She wanted to explain it to him, to have him know what no one else did. She wanted him to see the tortured and lonely soul that tried to find release through a new life. She wanted him to know how she had agonized over when and how she would tell him the truth. But most of all, she wanted him to see how much he meant to her, and how he had affected her life.
From then on, things were different between the two of them. She told the truth, and he loved her for it. Lapses in conversations where she would normally start telling of some fictitious sexual encounter were instead filled with apologies for being so dull and having nothing interesting to say. This was later replaced by quiet confessions of thoughts of the future, and what would happen when the two of them finally met in person.
