Mistaken Identity

May 21st was the day John Howe and I had agreed to finally meet in person. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night.

John and I met on a video platform. Initially, he was interested in a Spanish teaching video I posted. He wanted to share it with his sister, so he messaged me privately for the materials.

Generously, I added him on WhatsApp and sent him the materials for free.

Why didn't I charge him? John asked me the same question.

I told him my intention was to share the public selflessly, but honestly, I lied.

I did want to make some pocket money by sharing those materials!

But when I saw John's profile picture, my mind quickly changed gears, and I hastily decided not to charge him.

After all, talking money would lose a good chance of meeting a handsome guy, while leaving a good first impression is the right path!

As we continued to chat, John was deeply attracted to my quirky and youthful charm.

I could sense that his feelings for me were a bit different.

When we played video games together, I was always clumsy, yet John never minded. He patiently guided me through tasks, giving me everything he could.

He even surprised me with rare weapons and exclusive skins, which required quite a lot of currency to exchange in game.

Gradually, my fondness for him skyrocketed, like a thermometer with no upper limit.

Every day, I eagerly anticipated when he would come online or kept an eye on WhatsApp for his messages.

A single word or emoji from him could brighten my entire day, while his absence could dampen my mood.

As they said, the anxiety of gain and loss was the beginning of love.