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visit her.
     
    One night she asked me on the phone if I
masturbate. Well, yeah, doesn't everyone? Then she asked me how
often. She asked me to describe in detail how I do it. Then she
asked me to do it on the phone with her and let her listen to me
cum. I was shy at first, but she kept whispering all sorts of sexy
things into my ear that got me hard. From that point on we had
phone sex almost every night. That's why I always locked my bedroom
door, so my parents wouldn't suddenly walk in on me. And because I
was locked in my room all the time, they started to think I was on
drugs.
     
    Donna asked me how big my dick was and asked
me to take pictures of it before and after she made me cum, and
mail them to her. And she sent me naked pictures of herself. It was
pretty exciting to have a girlfriend in New York, who got a kick
out of making me cum on the phone every night.
     
    But I could tell that something was
bothering her. I asked her what was wrong. Finally Donna told me
she had a deep dark secret. She said if she told me what it is, I
would never want to talk to her again. It was obvious that her
secret really was weighing on her conscience, and I kept asking her
to tell me, and I promised her that she would feel so much better
once she gets it off her chest.
     
    I told her that I know from experience that
carrying around a dark secret has a way of making you feel trapped
and alone: "I know what it's like to put up these invisible walls
in your head that you hide behind, and you don't want to let anyone
peek inside those walls and see the real you, because you're afraid
they won't like you anymore once they know your secret and they
know the real you. But it's a really good feeling when you find
someone you can trust. And you can share your dark secret with them
without fear of being judged or that they will like you any less.
And then, when you can finally let it all out, that secret suddenly
no longer has any power over you. Sometimes things seem really bad
when they fester in the dark, but once you drag them out into the
light, and you talk about them, they aren't so bad after all."
     
    I tried to reassure her that no matter what,
I wouldn't love her any less. But she just wouldn't tell me. That
just blew my mind. We had gotten so close. Every day she told me
she loved me. She had sent me naked pictures of herself. She had
told me many times on the phone that she couldn't wait to finally
meet in person and touch me, kiss me, and feel me inside of her. At
this point she should have been able to tell me anything. What
could possibly be so bad that she felt she couldn't talk to me
about it?
     
    Of course when someone says they have a dark
secret, your brain automatically starts imagining all sorts of
worst case scenarios: Maybe she's in a wheelchair? Maybe she has
cancer and she's on chemo and she's bald? Maybe she used to be a
prostitute? And that's were I hit the limits of my imagination. I
couldn't think of anything that would be worse. Anything else, no
matter what, would be less bad than those 3 scenarios.
     
    For the next few sleepless nights, I tried
to play out each of those scenarios in my head. I tried to be
honest with myself about how I would feel if she was in a
wheelchair, with everything that entails. We would never be able to
travel or go out to eat or go to the beach like a normal couple.
The wheelchair would dominate every aspect of life. Everything
would be a hassle. Everything would be complicated. And sex with
her probably would never be the way I had pictured it in my head
when we had phone sex.
     
    But ultimately none of that mattered to me.
I read somewhere that falling in love with someone through letters
or on the phone is the truest form of love, because you are in love
with the actual person, with their true essence. You are in love
with their mind, not their body. And I really cared about Donna
after all the time we had spent talking to each other. I figured I
would be a pretty shallow