In a dimly lit ambience of spacious surroundings, I find myself entangled in the complexities of my intercontinental virtual love story where the heart of my struggle resonates in the vantablack reality that the one I've fallen for exists merely as a digital presence—a surreal and painfully distant connection.
8000 miles away my partner lies, inhabiting a world physically unknown to me. I wonder if it ever will be. The challenge of bridging this immense gap is even more daunting considering their aversion to travel and the fact that I, a citizen of an African colony, hold a passport ranking among the weakest in the global hierarchy.
As I navigate the intricacies of this online romance, I'm left pondering why anyone with my means and standing would willingly subject themselves to such a heart-wrenching predicament. The limitations of a relationship confined to a digital setting leave me grappling with the uncertainty of ever being physically close to the one I've grown to love.
Love blossoms despite the absence of touch but I grow tired of exchanging it through pictures; characters; voices. I grow weaker to the agony of yearning for someone I can't hold, hoping for their touch and perhaps an overreliance on long-distance vibrators to maintain the not-so-proverbial spark. It all weighs heavily on my heart.
As my affluent peers effortlessly navigate the waters of love in close proximity, I yearn for a simpler path. The wish to find love as abundantly and easily as those around me echoes in my heart, a silent plea for a love that transcends the digital void and manifests in the tangible embrace of the person I hold so dearly in my virtual world.
Authors note:
Hi, my name shall remain a mystery till the end of time, and it's a pleasure to have you read my stuffs. I’m an artist investigating the potential of generative AI to improve writing and readability and in all my works I use a combination of my writing + Chat GBT #fortheplot.
The writing in Black is everything AI generated and the writing in orange is my own
Here's the original writing and prompt I used to inspire this story:
Prompt:
Help me write a short story for my friends blog based on what I share. The story is an expression of the struggle one experiences when dating online:
it sucks to fall in love with someone who isn't here basically. that's the gist of it . and i don't know why anyone would choose to condem themselves to such a painful way of being especially one where there is no near promise of a close contact future. such as in my case. because my partner is 8000km away and they've never left their country before. they're not big on travel and it's more likely that I, some one based in Africa living in a country with one of the weakest passports in the global field of travel, it's more likely that I would travel to them in their near future, to their notoriously racist first world country just for us to be together. and that's assuming that things don't go to shit while we're together. In this virtual space. falling in love with people who we haven't met before, just pictures and voices. It's alarming and incomprehensibly crazy and painful. I don't want to yearn for them anymore. I don't want to hope for their touch while relying on long distance vibrators to keep the spark. I want to actually feel them. to be held by them and to hold them back. A chance for us to get lost in each other's touch and that's just not feasible right now. and it hurts like a mother fucker. to bont with someone you cant hold, to feel so seen and heard by someone you can only see and hear. it's torture. and i wish i had it easier. I wish i could find love as easily as my peers do, close by and abundantly.
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