Dear Andrea,

I would like to share with you and your readers our story which began on the internet chat.

I am a 20 year-old girl from Miskolc who arrived in Georgia, USA on June 21, 2000.  On the 22nd I logged on to the Hungarian chat under the nick NoraBaBa.  Nothing interesting happened for a while.  I talked with the boys, the usual ‘how old are you? where are you writing from?’ stuff.  A few minutes later a boy with the nick KrisztianFl sent me a personal greeting. I did not respond until he did for the third time.  That is from where our story begins - the unbelievable story of Nora and Krisztian.  We continued talking until 5 a.m.

We were getting acquainted, just talking and it was clear to both of us that we had a lot in common.  He sent me a photo of himself in an e-mail.  When I saw it I thought what a good looking boy and on top of that he is nice too.  It was on June 24 that he first called me.  I was busy in the kitchen, cooking and hurrying around.  The phone rang.  I liked his voice, it sounded warm and confident.  We talked a lot about things in general.  We were both very happy for each other to have connected in the big US of A.

Krisztian is 18 and lives in Florida with his mother, six hours away from me by car.  That is not a great distance here in the US.

Back home in Miskolc I had a very active life.  My girlfriends and I were constantly out partying and having fun.  There was a different boy to dance with each week-end but none of them meant anything to me it was just for the sake of a good time.  We were enjoying life.  I fall in love very easily and love a good looking boy.  I like it if a boy takes care of himself, his hands, and makes an effort to look good.  Before Krisztian I found fault with every boy.  For me HE WAS PERFECT.

We've called each other several times a day and after each conversation we felt closer.  I sent him a picture of me and when he received it he called me immediately to tell me how much he liked it and that I was perfect for him.  We were happy for each other.  I told Krisztian many things perhaps even some that I should not have.  As he listened to these things he became sad and somewhat shocked:  how could so many things happen to a girl of 20?  After all of our conversations, whether on the phone or chat, we felt a stronger desire to finally meet.  We were planning and guessing what it would be like when we first lay eyes on each other.

We've made plans for the big meeting - July 27.  I was nervous throughout the 6 hour trip as my mind alternated between ‘what if I don't even like him?’ and ‘what if he doesn't like me?’  Just what will our reactions be to each other?  We've agreed to met at a Texaco station in Altamonte Springs, Florida.  I called Krisztian to let him know that we've arrived and he was there within 10 minutes.  When he arrived I just stood and looked at him.  I didn't know what would happen and could not think of anything.  He got out of the car and then I relaxed.  It was the same boy I fell in love with from the picture.  He locked his car door and we started out toward each other.  We were smiling at each other, fixed at the eye and when we met we melted together in a kiss.  Krisztian then met my brother and sister who insisted on coming with me or else they would not have allowed me to come.  After that I sat in the car with Krisztian and we headed to his house with my siblings following us.  In the car we were holding each others hand.  It was difficult to believe that the well known voice now, finally has a face and a body.  It was unbelievable to both of us and I was reconciling the thoughts that I've found such a treasure - a boy who feels about me the way I feel about him and we like each other.  I've never felt such things before meeting Krisztian and could not believe that I've found the boy of my dreams.  I could have cried I was so happy.

The day was beautiful, we kept caressing and kissing each other.  We set out for home around 6 p.m. and parting made both of us sad.

In August I went to visit him for a week.  It was tremendous, everything was perfect.  We made each other happy and didn't care about anything.  When time came for me to leave we cried together and comforted each other.  We never wanted to be apart.

After I came back the problems began.  We were constantly misunderstanding each other's words and thoughts.  Nothing seemed all right and yet we loved each other.  We were fighting on the chat and the phone about the simplest things.  It was only because we were both suffering from the loss of the other.

In September I will be going to N.J. to work and we will be further away from each other still.

The saying goes that ‘love conquers all’ and I used to believe that too, but the end for us was a terribly misunderstood sentence.  We were perfect together, everyone was jealous of our happiness and yet it was over.  Unfortunately.  We still love each and miss each other terribly and continue to write e-mail but they are no longer filled with loving words.

It is finished.  Both of us will live with the knowledge that we've found and yet lost the person of our dreams.

Nora