2. His name was Jonathan
He and I first met on this hipster music forum I originally joined mainly for the opportunity to ridicule the kind of people who joined hipster music forums. His name was Jonathan. All of a sudden we were talking. He was so intriguing, with the kind of solemn self deprecating humour that I find so hilarious. We both had the same lone wolf thing going on for us and he found great pleasure in ridiculing his shallow peers which was always very entertaining.
I had never encountered anyone quite like Jonathan. He was a lot more mature and wise than the average for people my age. He was extraordinary. With him I wasn't afraid to open up about everything. I finally had someone to talk to. Soon we had exchanged emails and were emailing everyday and talking late into the night. We were friends, but soon it became something else. He confessed to me and I was shocked he returned my feelings for him. It was the kind of relationship I needed so badly. He was my friend, comforter, advisor, distraction from the pain of my harsh reality and I would have crumpled without him. He kept me living. He gave me hope.
And now he was online. As I smiled at my computer screen a message pinged up. "You okay?" He always had an uncanny ability to know when the day had been particularly hard. When the world had been particularly cruel. when the beatings had hurt that little bit more. My smile stretched into a grin as I sat down and began to type.
He suggested it a few days later. Meeting. For real. He had it all planned out. He had it all planned out. We had established that we only lived a few days worth of travelling away from each other. He's getting his drivers license in a couple of days. Then we are going to meet up. This record place in town. In honour of where we found each other. I can't wait. I'm going to actually meet him. No one else matters. We're going to be together. He will protect me from them. He will protect me from everything.