I have for you a tale of two loves, two countries, two times, and one necklace.

Five years ago I met a guy named Sean on he internet. It wasnt until about 2 years ago that the two of us developed something more. I was sure it was love. I know he was my everything, my world. He even went through all the trouble of arranging to visit me all the way from Australia for Christmas. we even planned that if all went well he would move to Alaska the next (northern hemisphere) summer when I was 18 and we could be together forever.

I sent him a necklace as a gift a month before he came up.

Then he came up and I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world but instead of returning my affections he was cold to me. He seemed shy so I just went along with it and took it easy but after a month of being here with me he never kissed me once. Then he was gone. He didn't reappear online for five months. I thought in that time that I must have disgusted him so much that he had stopped loving me on slight. I hated myself so much for an ugliness I couldn't even see by myself that I nearly died.

It turned out that he had gotten a girl friend in Australia a month before he had come to visit me and all I really was to him was the gullible Alaskan tour guide girl.

I burned and deleted all of the pictures.



Five years ago I also met Jesse. We talked on and off and when we did there was always a little crush. Earlier this year we started taking more regularly again and after a while we both were crazy for each other. He asked me out on April Fools Day. After a few months I had some money saved up and decided to visit him before I started college to see if he was really the one I wanted to be in my life. He wasn't my everything, I was still too scarred to let anyone be my world.

I wanted to send him a present so I went out and bought a necklace. On the way home I was shocked to realize I had picked out the exact same one. I almost didn't send it, but a month before I went to visit him I did send it very sure that this time would be different. After all insanity is doing the same thing twice and expecting the same result.

Disaster struck. About a week or two after he got it he dumped me. I blamed the necklace. We didn't talk for a few days. When we started talking again he was friendly and assured me I could still have my vacation down in Washington since I had already bought my non refundable plane tickets. When I got there the fun started immediately. We were a great match and we both knew it so we got back together a few days later. We are still happily a couple even though we are far apart.

Even though I was crazy enough to think that one kind of necklace was ruining my life I found that the chaos of human nature can beat a cursed trinket.