PART I

I followed her work for what felt like forever. She wrote the most amazing romance novels that I had ever read. Every word that she penned was like she was plucking the thoughts from my mind and articulating every word like I never could. She wrote under the pen name Dreamixtar.

I fell in love with her beautiful words. I couldn't get enough of everything she wrote. I sat and read everything, over and over again, until I could almost recite all her prose by heart. I poured over the sensual intimate scenes, reliving them in my minds eye. She described a world that I longed to experience. A height of passion that I'd never quite been lucky enough to encounter.

I left comments and stars for each chapter, pointing out sections of paragraphs that particularly touched me. She always thanked me graciously, my heart fluttering each time I heard back from her. I waited anxiously for updates, waiting to just have another peak into her world.

I soaked up her beautiful words. I stared at her profile photo, wondering what she would be like to meet. I stalked her Facebook and Instagram, hungry for a look behind the silver curtain that surrounded her. She posted photos of a cup of coffee next to a laptop. Photos of her pets, she had a little silver fawn pug called Sparkles and a blue and yellow macaw called Jack, and snippets of writing that she was working on. She never posted any clear selfies. Just artistic silhouettes, only parts of her face and selective body parts. She was an beautiful enigma. One that I longed to unravel.

She kept writing. I kept reading, feeling like I had a glimpse into her soul. I kept commenting and she kept being gracious and thanking me.

What if...? What if I just sent her a message?

I agonised for weeks. I wanted to send her a message. Make some kind of connection with her. I kept typing and deleting the message. I couldn't find the courage to actually press send. What do I say to such an amazing goddess?

I kept umming and ahhing about sending her a message, until one day the decision was done for me. She messaged me!

My hands trembled as I stared at my phone in open mouthed disbelief. How? Why? What could this glorious goddess possibly have to say to me? It felt like I was in a deep dream like state, where everything was fuzzy and surreal.

Dreamixtar: Hey, thanks for all of your support. It means a lot to me :)

It was such a simple message. But to me it spoke volumes.