My Soulmate

This is the man I love. His name is Richard Gilmour, and he lives in Scotland. Makes for a great accent. ;) He takes great care of me, and I really do love him to death. I'm pretty sure he feels the same about me. Here's a list of a few of his many virtues: He's a musician; and a good one, at that! He's smart. He's explained to me things like...Idunno. How telephones work and other stuff I should already know. He's sweet. He always makes sure I'm happy/comfortable/not sick of him. I love it. He's faithful. Not just to me, but to his friends and family, as well. He's hot! He has killer fashion sense. He'd deny it, but yes, he does. He's modest. He's happy to accept compliments, but he never lets it go to his head. He's a great kisser. (There are no free samples. Sorry.) He loves me, and he knows my soulname. This is really the most important thing on this list.
I met Richard sometime during the summer of 1997, on a really cool Teen Chat List. I didn't know it at the time, but I'd just met my soulmate. We talked a lot at first; we were really good friends. We had "poetry wars," and we flirted a lot, but when my ex-fiance decided he liked one of his 2 other playmates better than me, I had no clue that my best source of comfort was going to be my future mate. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Rich was having his own struggles with rejection. A girl he liked a lot had turned him down, because she didn't want an online relationship. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing, and it gave his self esteem a fair lashing. One night while weeping forlornly on eachothers' shoulders, (How dramatic does that sound?), we found that we could be very happy together. We both had our doubts, because we'd both just been badly burned, but we had nothing to lose and everything to gain. And we really did gain everything! We learn, we heal, we laugh, we cry...We do everything together, and it feels wonderful.