She asked who I was, I asked who she was, I asked her why she looks and the sky every night, She asked why I never leave my home. I felt uncomfortable and nearly blocked at first but she pointed out my hypocrisy by saying that if I'm going to ask a question about her habits I should answer one about mine. "I have anthropophobia, it's safer to stay in my house and not let other people have the chance to judge me or see me in general." I said no more than necessary. She waited a few minutes to respond to that text and I got nervous, but she didn't even comment on it, she just answered my question and pretended that my response didn't even exist. "I get claustrophobic sitting at home in a small room emailing my co workers, I step outside at night and listen to music to de-compress".
She reminded me of my dad, she didn't judge, she didn't even care or worry or stress or anything she just talked to me occasionally, she sat in that tree, she minded her own business. She was such an altruistic person that I couldn't believe it, she literally wasn't anyone I had met before online. She didn't do much to stand out, but I just found myself waiting for her to text me. She made me smile, I couldn't see her face, I didn't actually see much more than her autumn hair and bright clothes. All I did was sit at that computer desk in my room and look out the window more and more each day when I spoke in forums. I found myself finishing my work earlier in the day so I wouldn't have to worry. One person that I have never seen face to face and never planned to meet made me hypnotized every night. I never cared to talk to someone so much since my dad, I had to go online and ask people and websites to find out why I was waiting for her texts. most of my results seemed like some joke but some I found made sense, I had just not talked to people face to face for so long that being able to connect a face to a person was exciting for my brain. That's all right?
At first the 2 of us only spoke for an hour but it didn't take long for an hour to be 3 and for three hours to go throughout the day. Every time we talked about anything interesting I would write it down as well, I've got sheets on those hard drives that were all stuff I learned about her, It was like having homework, she'd inform me on the obscure bands she'd find, the strange instruments she saw, the places she researched. She'd badger me incessantly if I didn't agree to check out the bands or research the places. I only ever spoke first on occasion, I would bring up card games, strange books and philosophers I'd find. She made me think and it was fascinating. The one comment that stood out to me was a comparison. She told me that my interest in philosophers whom judge others was like a grunge artist reading the book perfume because he was a hypochondriac.