by Kellea Croft

Created on: September 05, 2008   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

If it had not happened to me I never would have believed it. I sometimes still look back and wonder what crazy pill made me do it, but do not regret one second or step I took. I am living the fairy tale life that dreams and soggy romantic novels are made of.

My first date with Duke was actually the first time that we had met face to face. We had started talking on the internet two years before that day. It started out innocent enough with exchanging stories and laughs, but somewhere in between a romance bloomed that neither of us were in control to stop. I found my soul mate through a computer screen, found out we had been alone most of our lives because we were on the wrong continent, I was in the United States and he was in Australia.

A little note I wrote to myself when I was eleven years old is what clinched the debate of whether to trust what was going on. I wrote then that when able to find love he would call me his angel that no one treads upon on this earth. Duke said those very words to me when asking that we make this more than a conversation on screens.

I booked tickets for the following week. Nerves were not a factor until I was almost to the shores of Sydney, then it hit me, what the hell I am doing. My stomach turned in on itself and I would have run away as fast as I could if it were not for being in the air and nowhere to go. I began going over all our conversations trying to look for the signs of a crazy man. By the time I landed there were a bit calmer thoughts.

The customs line and search were a blur; all I could think of is what was on the other side of that wall. When coming down the ramp a lightness came to my step and when I seen him standing heads above all the other people waiting the nerves were gone. He brought me my favourite yellow roses and when his arms wrapped around me all questions were gone. There was a safety and warmth I had never known.

We sat outside at the cafe getting some coffee down from 14 hours of flight and conversation about how wonderful it was to finally be in each other's presence. From the cafe I got a quick driving tour of central Sydney then swept up to the Blue Mountains where he calls home. There was more of connection with the flow of words. He talked more freely when not having to type or talk on a microphone. The way he looked at me was dreamily full of genuine love.

We went out for dinner at a small cafe laughing and planning out the days ahead. When the food was done he packed it up into a bag and off we

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