made plans to meet in real life.  Even still, I had a virtual backdoor from my online home to Chelsey's, so that we could talk.
As the days rolled by, the happiness faded.  I was content, but Carolina was not.  Eventually, we had it out, in one large bang.  It started when the visit was called off, due to my inability to get vacation time at work.  Carolina's reaction to it was to go to a party and have sex with men she did not know.  She fell in love with one of them, but didn't have the heart to tell me until the fight.  Needless to say, the fight was enough.  In one fell swoop, we released all the pent up frustrations and angers that we had over the months, and there was more than enough evidence that we had grown apart.  Thus ended that relationship, and Chelsey moved back in.  For a while.
Looking back on it, I was heartlessly cruel to her.  I moved her in and out of the virtual house more than too many times.  The third time was too much for her to take, however.  She had made up her mind that if I moved her out the third time that it was over.  Her quest to make me see how much she loved me would have failed, and she would find someone who would love her.  The day came.  I moved her out for a woman named Wendy… and she left.  We would talk, but she would not move back in.
This is where my real life starts in to the whole picture.  You see, during all this, Qwest was slowly dying.. the support staff were fighting amongst each other, and the people supplying the server for Qwest were haggling with the support staff about its very existence.  The support staff, corrupted from the inside, failed its external fight.  Qwest's doom day was spelled out.  Everyone abandoned for other worlds.  Chelsey went her way, and I went mine.  During this time, two things happened of great importance.  A new world arose, to replace Qwest.  Delusions was born.  Also, me and my best friend took a much needed sabbatical to Hawaii.  During the trip to Hawaii, Chelsey moved onto Delusions with her newest boyfriend.  I, on the other hand, got to think and reflect, and catch up on some correspondence, some of it to Chelsey, some to Wendy.  The more I wrote, and thought, the more I realized I wanted Chelsey in my life.
Imagine my surprise.  I come back from vacation (and finally on to Delusions) realizing my desires for the first time in my life, and some other guy claims her.  (Also imagine my surprise when I find out later in life that she was with him to get back at me for dumping her over and over.)  I continue my pseudo-relationship with Wendy, who couldn't give me what I desired out of a relationship.
Christmas vacation rolls around (my trip to Hawaii ended the beginning of December), and Chelsey's boyfriend and Wendy go home from school.  This gives me plenty of time talking to Chelsey alone during the day, and going out to movies with a female friend at night.  Chelsey, upon hearing about my evening trips to see movies, gets upset to a mutual friend.  Our friend gets upset at me, and warns me that if I should pass Chelsey by again, she'd kill me.  Needless to say, that was the moment that truly opened my eyes.
Chelsey and me agree during the vacation to put aside petty differences and become exclusive.  I hurt Wendy with the break up, and I am sure her boyfriend didn't like it much either, but one cannot deny fate, and I believe our being together was fate.
Chelsey and I fell in love, far and fast.  By February 11, we were TinyMarried (we had a marriage online, signifying our love), and inseparable.  We made plans to meet, for the first time, in June.  The days scrolled into weeks… into months.  June came, and the tickets were bought, and Chelsey got on the plane.  I was running around town, buying flowers, and trying to kill of time until she was to fly in.
Around dinner time that day, I received a phone call… one I feared.  One from her.  I was afraid that she didn't have the courage to come, and was calling to tell me.  Or maybe she missed the flight.  I was gladly proven wrong.  She was in Vancouver, and her flight to Kamloops was delayed.  I had 4 extra hours to wait… agonizing hours.  At 7:15 PM I was at the airport waiting for her.  The time for her arrival passes.  More planes fly in and out of our tiny airport.  Finally I see her.  She steps off the small DC-10 airplane, and I can recognize her instantly.  My heart races.  My breathing quickens.  She sees me, and smiles.  She races up to me, and we wrap around each other, kissing passionately.  The world disappears for a moment, or an eternity… I am not sure.
Two weeks of bliss and love and cuddling solidified what we already knew: That we loved each other immensely, and nothing would ever separate us.  Over the next few years, we visit back and forth, me going during my school breaks, she when she can.  It means that we were together for a couple of weeks at least every six months.  Usually more… usually every four months.
By December of 1997, our relationship had been through numerous ups and downs, and through it all we survived and thrived.  It was time.  I had a stable job, and she had been ready for months.  I asked her to marry me, and she said yes.  On August 1, 1998 I was dressed in a tailed tuxedo in Utah, and I saw the woman whom I met years before on a computer walk down the aisle in a gorgeous white dress, her father at her side.

That night, we walked arm in arm, together… together forever as husband and wife.