I’ve known my husband for more than six years now. We met in September 2004. Or actually, we met on internet during Summer time. We talked about everything, including BDSM, relationships and our dreams & plans for the future. He was a student in IT, so he helped me setting up my new webpage (it doesn’t exist any more), and as a thanks I invited him to my place for dinner and also sleep over, so we could continue the conversation all night. It seemed like we had so much to talk about!
I went to pick him up at the train station. He arrived wearing cool sun glasses and leather jacket. And we had just as much to talk about as it had seemed on internet. We met every weekend after that, taking turns in the travelling. I’ve never spent so much time on trains as I did that period.
I think it wasn’t before December that it occured that I had to go somewhere else for the weekend. I was still going by train. But not to his city.
But I got a text from him: “Where are you?”
I replied: “About one hour out from Oslo”
He sent: “You have to step out on the platform on the second station from now on”
And I didn’t get any more explanations than that. I wondered if there was something wrong. It was already dark outside, but the snow made the landscape seem brighter still, like a Christmas Card.
We arrived at the station and I stepped out on the platform as I was instructed to. (Yes, dominant men like to play these kinds of games, I think). And there he was! He was wearing a red cap, that was the first think I saw. And then I saw that there was a heart in the snow and candlelight! He handed me a bag with chocolate and some snacks, gave me a kiss, and then I had to enter the train again. Slowly the train left the station behind. I was inside the train, peering out the window, waving, kissing the glass, as the train picked up speed and left him alone on the platform with the heart and the candle light in the falling snow.
Later I learnt that he had borrowed his mother’s car for this project, driving one and a half hour in the snow just to meet me for two minutes! Her comment had been something like: “You’re really in love with this one, aren’t you?” And he had replied: “Yes, Mum, I am”
It’s almost six years ago. And I am still in love!
