07-10-2025, 03:19 PM
“Why don't you tell your story for a change?” a good friend of mine asked me a while ago, to which I probably gave him a rather puzzled look. ‘What could be interesting about my story?’ I thought, but just shrugged my shoulders in response.
For a few days, this question didn't leave my head, until I really sat down to tell my story.
But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Isaiah (I know, a really great name), I'm already in the older semester. I have black hair, ice-blue eyes, and I make up for my small height with my big mouth.
“Isi! ISI!” my sister almost screamed into the phone, so that I thought my eardrums would burst. Exhausted from the night shift and lack of sleep, I grumpily asked what she wanted from me that was so important. Of course, she didn't get to the point right away, but first talked about everything under the sun. Until... until she finally got to the point and told me her great news. She had found a new RP chat and I had to register there immediately (!!!!). Yes, I confess. I'm into online role-playing games. But not to send figurines around, but written texts.
After a little back and forth, I actually registered.
There were a lot of idiots around, but also really good players. One of them caught my eye. I was captivated by his diversity and vocabulary. So I steered my character towards him.
I've never been one to be afraid of contact.
For some time, we played regularly until we arranged to meet outside the chat. At first only via the flower or other communication devices. But I became more curious. This guy I didn't know was on the same wavelength as me, but could still give a good counter.
Without realizing it, I kept thinking about him, which didn't go unnoticed by my best friend.
Sam, my best friend, wanted to know the reason for my change. So I met up with him and told him. I got a look of disbelief from almost black eyes, then the brown curly head shook grinning. Sam didn't need to say anything. He knew how to express everything with looks and gestures. I could really trust him with anything; after all, I've known the little guy since the sandbox.
Back then, Sam was one of my neighborhood kids. Four years younger than me, but pretty mature for his age. And he was damn good-looking. But back to my story.
I kept in touch with my ominous acquaintance, and couldn't wait until a message from him appeared on my screen. But sooner or later this wasn't enough for me (and apparently not for him either). I wanted to know more, almost everything.
So a meeting was arranged.
I don't need to mention that I was totally excited, right? Although it was totally embarrassing how I behaved, after all, I was well into my twenties.
We chose a small café. I was there half an hour before the appointed time and was already enjoying my second cup of coffee with lots of sugar when a voice tore me out of my thoughts.
“Isaiah?”
I looked up in amazement. Someone said my name, but I couldn't place the voice.
So I looked at the person and was struck dumb. On a tall, athletic body sat a head that knocked my socks off. Green eyes had a golden shimmer that fascinated me. And the guy had a mouth that was literally inviting you to kiss him.
It should be noted that I had long known that I was attracted to my own sex and had already come out.
I still couldn't stop staring at him until another question burst my thoughts.
“You're Isaiah, aren't you?”
“Yep, have a seat,” I offered him directly and pulled my legs up a little towards me. Yes, I liked to spread out under the table.
He sat down and ordered a coffee as well. For a while, we just sat there, talking over our cups.
I couldn't remember who started the conversation first, but suddenly we couldn't get enough of each other. We talked about our characters, discussed God and the world after death. Not a topic for me, I was a pagan. It was all just humbug to me.
After what felt like the twelfth cup of coffee, we said goodbye, at least in the real world. Because the chat continued directly.
And I had to talk to someone, right away!!!
I dialed Sam's number. After the third dial tone, the familiar voice answered.
“Yeah, bitter?” (he always said!)
“It's me, Isaiah.”
“What's up? You never call?”
“I met up with him.”
“With whom?”
“Kai, you idiot. Who did you think?”
“Oh? Tell me! What's he like?! Is he hot?”
I was almost tempted to say “yes,” but I just managed to pull myself out of the noose. And I told him everything. Really everything.
“Isi? You're in love!” he said with a laugh at the other end.
I almost dropped the phone in shock. What had the idiot just said? Just to be sure, I asked again.
“You're in love. You haven't raved about a guy or a woman like that in years. Go for it!”
“If only it were that easy,” was the only mental response. I said a curt goodbye and was left alone with my thoughts.
Was I really in love with Kai? Of course, he had been on my mind for quite some time. Now even more so, having seen him live and in color.
I suppressed the burgeoning feelings in the bud. Provoked an argument and showed him a side of me that he didn't know yet. Cold, heartless. In short, I had mutated into an asshole and liked the role. Even though my heart was melting with longing. It kept wanting to be with Kai. Wanted to hear his voice and be loved too.
To escape him, I used my free weekends to party... and for other things, of course null
It was in August when my heart suddenly took the lead. It didn't want to take a back seat any longer. So I wrote to him in a cloak-and-dagger operation about how I felt.
And I swear! I had never suffered as much as I did at that moment. There was no reply for days until a message suddenly appeared. He wanted to meet me.
The café was our meeting place again and I was there too early again.
But so was he this time. His eyes shimmered unfathomably when he saw me. My heart leaped. He looked so damn good in his jeans and tight T-shirt. Now you could really see that he did sports.
Not knowing what to expect, I sat down with him and ordered a coffee. There was silence between us. I, the bigmouth, couldn't get a word out.
However, he quickly recovered.
“Do you mean my message seriously?”
I didn't know what to say at first. I was too perplexed. Did the guy think I was walking down the street telling everyone I loved them?
“I don't joke about something like that and you know it,” I spat at him quietly.
“Calm down, Cian, (I hate it when you call me that!) I didn't mean to offend you. But it is a bit strange to fall in love with someone you've only seen once. Especially you, who doesn't believe in love at first sight.”
Now my patience was at an end. I slammed the coffee cup down on the table and stood up.
“You're right, Kai. It's damn strange.” With those words, I just left him sitting there and left.
I wanted to, at least, but at the door I was yanked around and felt warm lips on my lips. Lips that tasted of black coffee and slightly of tobacco. Which were so endlessly addictive. I returned the kiss, which I broke after what felt like an eternity.
“What is this?” I hissed again. Did I get an answer? No. Instead, Kai pulled me closer to him and kissed me again, and I was only too happy to return the addictive kiss.
Life couldn't be better at this moment. Really not.
A voice pulls me out of my thoughts, as do two warm arms hugging me.
“What did you say?”
“What are you writing?”
I look at the screen and smile happily. “A story about love at first sight and a love that withstood every storm.”
A gentle kiss hits the back of my head, because I lost all my hair a year ago. I gently take his right hand and blow a kiss onto the ring on his ring finger.
Yes, I am still with Kai and have been married for a year. There is still so much to tell.
But that's for part two....
For a few days, this question didn't leave my head, until I really sat down to tell my story.
But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Isaiah (I know, a really great name), I'm already in the older semester. I have black hair, ice-blue eyes, and I make up for my small height with my big mouth.
“Isi! ISI!” my sister almost screamed into the phone, so that I thought my eardrums would burst. Exhausted from the night shift and lack of sleep, I grumpily asked what she wanted from me that was so important. Of course, she didn't get to the point right away, but first talked about everything under the sun. Until... until she finally got to the point and told me her great news. She had found a new RP chat and I had to register there immediately (!!!!). Yes, I confess. I'm into online role-playing games. But not to send figurines around, but written texts.
After a little back and forth, I actually registered.
There were a lot of idiots around, but also really good players. One of them caught my eye. I was captivated by his diversity and vocabulary. So I steered my character towards him.
I've never been one to be afraid of contact.
For some time, we played regularly until we arranged to meet outside the chat. At first only via the flower or other communication devices. But I became more curious. This guy I didn't know was on the same wavelength as me, but could still give a good counter.
Without realizing it, I kept thinking about him, which didn't go unnoticed by my best friend.
Sam, my best friend, wanted to know the reason for my change. So I met up with him and told him. I got a look of disbelief from almost black eyes, then the brown curly head shook grinning. Sam didn't need to say anything. He knew how to express everything with looks and gestures. I could really trust him with anything; after all, I've known the little guy since the sandbox.
Back then, Sam was one of my neighborhood kids. Four years younger than me, but pretty mature for his age. And he was damn good-looking. But back to my story.
I kept in touch with my ominous acquaintance, and couldn't wait until a message from him appeared on my screen. But sooner or later this wasn't enough for me (and apparently not for him either). I wanted to know more, almost everything.
So a meeting was arranged.
I don't need to mention that I was totally excited, right? Although it was totally embarrassing how I behaved, after all, I was well into my twenties.
We chose a small café. I was there half an hour before the appointed time and was already enjoying my second cup of coffee with lots of sugar when a voice tore me out of my thoughts.
“Isaiah?”
I looked up in amazement. Someone said my name, but I couldn't place the voice.
So I looked at the person and was struck dumb. On a tall, athletic body sat a head that knocked my socks off. Green eyes had a golden shimmer that fascinated me. And the guy had a mouth that was literally inviting you to kiss him.
It should be noted that I had long known that I was attracted to my own sex and had already come out.
I still couldn't stop staring at him until another question burst my thoughts.
“You're Isaiah, aren't you?”
“Yep, have a seat,” I offered him directly and pulled my legs up a little towards me. Yes, I liked to spread out under the table.
He sat down and ordered a coffee as well. For a while, we just sat there, talking over our cups.
I couldn't remember who started the conversation first, but suddenly we couldn't get enough of each other. We talked about our characters, discussed God and the world after death. Not a topic for me, I was a pagan. It was all just humbug to me.
After what felt like the twelfth cup of coffee, we said goodbye, at least in the real world. Because the chat continued directly.
And I had to talk to someone, right away!!!
I dialed Sam's number. After the third dial tone, the familiar voice answered.
“Yeah, bitter?” (he always said!)
“It's me, Isaiah.”
“What's up? You never call?”
“I met up with him.”
“With whom?”
“Kai, you idiot. Who did you think?”
“Oh? Tell me! What's he like?! Is he hot?”
I was almost tempted to say “yes,” but I just managed to pull myself out of the noose. And I told him everything. Really everything.
“Isi? You're in love!” he said with a laugh at the other end.
I almost dropped the phone in shock. What had the idiot just said? Just to be sure, I asked again.
“You're in love. You haven't raved about a guy or a woman like that in years. Go for it!”
“If only it were that easy,” was the only mental response. I said a curt goodbye and was left alone with my thoughts.
Was I really in love with Kai? Of course, he had been on my mind for quite some time. Now even more so, having seen him live and in color.
I suppressed the burgeoning feelings in the bud. Provoked an argument and showed him a side of me that he didn't know yet. Cold, heartless. In short, I had mutated into an asshole and liked the role. Even though my heart was melting with longing. It kept wanting to be with Kai. Wanted to hear his voice and be loved too.
To escape him, I used my free weekends to party... and for other things, of course null
It was in August when my heart suddenly took the lead. It didn't want to take a back seat any longer. So I wrote to him in a cloak-and-dagger operation about how I felt.
And I swear! I had never suffered as much as I did at that moment. There was no reply for days until a message suddenly appeared. He wanted to meet me.
The café was our meeting place again and I was there too early again.
But so was he this time. His eyes shimmered unfathomably when he saw me. My heart leaped. He looked so damn good in his jeans and tight T-shirt. Now you could really see that he did sports.
Not knowing what to expect, I sat down with him and ordered a coffee. There was silence between us. I, the bigmouth, couldn't get a word out.
However, he quickly recovered.
“Do you mean my message seriously?”
I didn't know what to say at first. I was too perplexed. Did the guy think I was walking down the street telling everyone I loved them?
“I don't joke about something like that and you know it,” I spat at him quietly.
“Calm down, Cian, (I hate it when you call me that!) I didn't mean to offend you. But it is a bit strange to fall in love with someone you've only seen once. Especially you, who doesn't believe in love at first sight.”
Now my patience was at an end. I slammed the coffee cup down on the table and stood up.
“You're right, Kai. It's damn strange.” With those words, I just left him sitting there and left.
I wanted to, at least, but at the door I was yanked around and felt warm lips on my lips. Lips that tasted of black coffee and slightly of tobacco. Which were so endlessly addictive. I returned the kiss, which I broke after what felt like an eternity.
“What is this?” I hissed again. Did I get an answer? No. Instead, Kai pulled me closer to him and kissed me again, and I was only too happy to return the addictive kiss.
Life couldn't be better at this moment. Really not.
A voice pulls me out of my thoughts, as do two warm arms hugging me.
“What did you say?”
“What are you writing?”
I look at the screen and smile happily. “A story about love at first sight and a love that withstood every storm.”
A gentle kiss hits the back of my head, because I lost all my hair a year ago. I gently take his right hand and blow a kiss onto the ring on his ring finger.
Yes, I am still with Kai and have been married for a year. There is still so much to tell.
But that's for part two....