I was young and stupid. More accurately, naive. In 1997, it was still scary – really scary – to meet someone online. But I was “in love.”
In 1997 the Internet was still an infant, and I was probably one of the first in my class to get an email address. Over that summer, between my junior and senior years of high school, I started frequenting a poetry chat room. There, I met a boy, or rather a man.
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