I can’t speak for anyone else. I can only share my own experience with an online relationship. It wasn’t forever, but it was … unforgettable …
Online Soulmates
by C.J. Heck
She was the yin to his yang.
He was the dot to her ‘I’.
When she was black and white
he was the colors in between.
He finished her sentence.
She felt his thoughts.
They understood each other
from the inside out
for that's how they began.
She was the words, he the notes,
together, an endless song.
He was her real
after surreal dreams,
she the pier
where he anchored his soul.
He was the rope
when all else pulled her away.
She was his lamp in the dark.
Hers were the blue
reflecting the brown,
deep in the eyes of the heart.
She was the soft to his hard
when the door was closed
and the lights blinked out
they were fire and ice
all blurred into warm
till he was time,
she the clock,
together, eternity.
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[from the book, “Anatomy of a Poet”, by C.J. Heck, available on Amazon.com]
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I've never had an online relationship, but in my uouth I corresponded with a girl in France. We were pen pals, and we wrote each other in French. The novelty of actively using French grammar and vocabulary was probably a good ice breaker, helping to get past the usual boy-girl shyness.
Now I corresond by email -- irregularly -- with old friends and some nieces and nephews in Thailand. However, I remain a stranger to the niceties of online prose. Emojis and the etiquette of caps and bold face are not part of my vocabulary, and my posts probably read more like traditional letters and prose than electrified epistolography.
For about ten years I belonged to a discussion group which utilized Latin as a medium of communication, but as time went on, the correspondence became to far removed from my beliefs and interests. I said my good-byes and made a friendly valediction.
One morning, a few years ago, I found myself receiving posts from Quora. I don't remember signing up, but I started posting. However, even those posts have gotten less frequent. Most recently I've found my way to Substack, where I am treading water thing to learn the niceties of the methods and etiquette. But I think I remain too much of a Luddite, and will probably continue as a learner, an aging neophyte, until I give up the ghost.
The pixels on the screen merge, duality enfolds as yin Yang. But when the electrons go separate ways , short circuits answer with the crashing of waves.