I am currently writing a fictional romance.
Here is a teaser of what is to come....
Your'e a red string, tied to my finger
A little love letter I carry with me....The Civil Wars
Almost 7pm....her heart was sore as she looked out on a starry night.
The Civil Wars played in the background... immediately bringing him back to her.
She wiped the tears from her cheek as she reached for her laptop.
She wondered if anybody could see the beauty of it all.
Her fingers touched the keys ....as she began to share the sonnet that they had become....
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How could she had known what lay ahead.
It seemed almost inevitable that they would find each other even though neither one was
looking. Today's technology made it so easy to connect with people.
Defenses are more readily lowered when there are not physical barriers present.
She was a lover of Facebook, as a busy Mum on her own, it was a wonderful way to connect
with her children and friends both local and abroad.
Her life was one of details and it had been that way for many years.
She sacrificed her life for her children and loved every moment of it.
She would often look back to the times when she had been loved as a woman, but dared not
stay there too long for it was too easy to dwell on what she had lost.
In these times she would take a deep breath, reminding herself of the full and wonderful
life she had been given.
She had no need of a man in this stage of her life.
She had been on her own for more than 9 years but longer if you took into
consideration that most of her marriage there had been the absence of love.
She was a romantic...a passionate woman, whose heart and soul soared when romanced.
She had learnt over many years to shut down that heart, moment by moment, day by day,
much preferring to see to the hearts of others.
Fulfilling others heart needs seemed a lot easier and so much more sustainable.
She convinced herself that her time was over... that she had had 2 great loves in her life and
she should be grateful for what she had been given.
She had often wondered if that passionate, romantic , desirable woman even existed inside
of her anymore.
Her day had been busy like most days and late at night when the house was still, her
thoughts took her back to a previous love.
She wondered what he was doing and where he was?
Was he married?
As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror she wondered if he had aged like she had.
She was maturing gracefully but was no longer the 30 year old girl she had been, when she
had loved him.
She washed her face and smoothed cream down her face and neck.
She climbed into bed as memories of those days repeated in her mind...
Maybe Facebook could put her curiosity to sleep.
She climbed out of bed, turned on the computer and searched for his name.
Within a few minutes , she found him.
There he was before her.. well sort of .
His profile picture was from afar but she still recognised him.
His profile was private and this peaked her curiosity.
What could it hurt she thought just to see him.
A fictitious Facebook account?
She could make one in order to see him.
"Once I have seen the pictures I shall delete the account and no one will be any the wiser," she thought out loud.
If she had only known what lay ahead she might have gone back to bed.
With the excitement of a teenage school girl she looked through faces of people, friends of
friends , until she found a face that he would like.
Now... for a name.. his favorite name would be the best idea .
Her family surname would be perfect she felt, as she began the process of making a fictitious woman.
Her name would be Alexandria Beatson..... A Freelance Journalist ...
Separated with 3 children ...
Currently residing in Airlie Beach, QLD.
Alexandria worked from home but travelled with her work.
Ahhh .. the dream job, a desire that she secretly had herself.
She loved writing and she thought this would be a bit of fun , pretending to be somebody
else for a week or so.
She began using Facebook's friend finder ... adding random people from all walks of life to
make Alexandria's profile look authentic.
Adding a few pictures. some of which she had borrowed and some she had taken herself,
she soon filled up her page and sat back to admire her work .
After a few days her many friend requests were accepted and many more came in .
Men cannot resist a pretty face she thought to herself.
Alexandria was beautiful... long blonde hair , a tanned toned body, well at least in pictures.
With over 30 new friends , her page looked authentic.
She was excited as she sent him a friend request... but even as Alexandria , she felt a little
nervous.
She reminded herself that it was no harm , as she would delete the page as soon as she had
seen him.
She had no idea that what lay ahead, would change her life and somebody else's life forever.
