Redkinoko

I still can't believe that it happened but it did.

A few years ago, a friend of mine knew how much I was addicted to this particular game, so he mailed me a story which I eagerly kept in my mail's inbox and re-read countless times. That was the first time I had ever encountered a fan fiction, and the only one I kept close - until spam messages ate my inbox and I accidentally deleted the story. All attempts to retrieve my prized story was ended when the friend who delivered it to me said he could no longer find his copy. There are other stories around, he says. I felt sad, for I wanted that lost story alone. Not remembering the author nor the title, the love story fell into my memory - and it would stay there, like my mother's bedtime stories.

Years after that, the lost story haunted me. The story of some pointless love written by some girl.

I had to find her. And so I recreated the story from what I remembered it to be, and posted it at a message boards habited by people who play the same game. I asked if people are familiar with it, and if they happen to know the author. The search proved to be futile for people started acknowledging the piece - a love story well written.

Months after that I received a message about my short story - and that it's close to this certain writer's fanfic. I was given directions and was reunited with my long lost love story.

But it doesn't end there.

I met her, that same year. Or rather, I met him. At first I was shocked upon learning that the author was male, but it didn't matter. He had also written lots of other stories about the game I was playing - most of which I didn't care about. He wrote that one story and that's all that had ever mattered: finding it, and finding him. But I didn't mean to find him this way, I was filled with a strangled ball of emotions when we finally met: I just had to confess that I re-wrote his story, and that I had been looking for him.

I almost asked for his autograph.

I had this uncanny attraction to the author of the love story I had once lost and found again. I was thankful enough for having met him. I was more than thankful when he asked me to go out with him again, this time only the two of us. And it was then I had realized that the admiration I had kept in my heart for years had gone - and in its place, love.

I bet you know where this leads? Yes, up that slope, and then down again - faster than ever, like a seven-second roller coaster ride. When I fell in love - when we fell in love - it was almost like a dream come true: Under the sparkling stars he told me he loved me. And I knew, that I could be overdramatic and claim that this was my fairy tale: my prince charming had arrived.

This, this is the story of some pointless love written by some girl.


PS. To you, and am I so ever proud of you.