Once upon a time, there lived an relatively ordinary girl. Her name was Melody and, although not blessed with the technology gene, she did have a soft spot for the world of Twitter. She joined the twittersphere long before other people she knew in real life and became quite addicted to tweeting amusing comments, sharing her opinions on her favourite TV shows and posting pictures of new additions to her shoe collection.
One day, while watching a particular favourite crime show, Melody tweeted and retweeted lines from the show. It amused her to feel like she was watching with a whole room full of people and their opinions rather than on her own, in her pyjamas.
One tweet was particularly funny and after retweeting it, Melody curiously looked through the rest of the user’s tweets and deeming them equally amusing, followed him. Barely a minute had passed when the tweeter struck up a conversation with her, first about the show they were both watching but then turning into a general chat. Melody was flattered by the interest and attention and kept the conversation going until she went to bed. Earlier that day, she had bumped into her crush and the experience had left her certainly feeling crushed herself.
The next morning, the mysterious tweeter of the night before began chatting once more. He was called Edward and was the same age as Melody with similar interests and tastes. She enjoyed talking to him and smiled when she heard the familiar ping of a new message. It wasn’t long until they switched to private messages, getting to know each other and asking questions. Edward seemed so charming and sweet, saying that he was pleased Melody had retweeted him because he enjoyed talking to her. He asked if they could be facebook friends and Melody agreed. She was intrigued and wanted to know more about him.
Soon enough, Edward asked for her number. It had been quite a while since a guy had asked for her number, Melody thought. He began texting her every day, being equally cute, dorky and ridiculous in his messages. She found herself confiding in him and being much more confident by text than she was in real life.
After a month of texting, Edward and Melody knew each other pretty well and decided that it was time for them to talk on the phone. Both being quite shy, the conversation was hesitant at first but they quickly began talking like old friends. Both of them were on facebook at the same time and, in the middle of telling Edward a story, Melody heard her laptop pop. Looking at her screen, she read a message from him saying how much he loved her voice. She couldn’t help but grin at the cheesiness of it. The phone call lasted an hour before they said goodbye. It wasn’t really goodbye as Edward continued to send Melody facebook messages confessing how he felt about her.
Melody could hardly believe her eyes as Edward admitted that he was falling for her and wanted her to be his girlfriend.
Her tummy felt full of helium and also, kind of like she was on a rollercoaster. She stared at the screen not knowing what to do.
She was torn for a number of reasons. On one hand, she really liked Edward, loved talking to him every day and he was totally her type. Had they met in real life, she was nearly sure she would have agreed to date him. On the other hand, she didn’t want to be another story about being duped by someone on the internet. She had to be smart and realise that until she met him, her feelings weren’t real. She was falling for the idea of him and not the reality. Equally, she knew that he was falling for the her that she wanted him to see. There were things that they disagreed on, fundamental parts of life like what they believed. Were those differences too great to be ignored because of some charming words and a cute personality? These thoughts rushed through her head as she blinked, confuddled, at facebook.
Edward, as he did when saying something risky, tried to brush it off as a joke, something silly. But Melody knew how he really felt. She also knew how she felt in return. In spite of everything, she knew she was crazy about him. There was just one problem…he lived in a different country.