Please, take a moment to read this. I need your help.
I’ve never really used the internet for help in my personal life, but I’ve witnessed the power of a community like Tumblr coming together and helping someone in need, and for the first time, I’m the one in need.
Last year I was on omegle and started talking to this girl named Addison and we were really connecting. She lives in Georgia, I live in New York. We bonded over small things, for example we both love Power Rangers. We talked every single day and night. Any day without her was empty and dull and boring. We kept talking and talking. Eventually one simple conversation evolved into nearly 82,000 conversations over a year. We kept telling each other things about ourselves. For example, because she was so afraid of people finding out about her real self, she used a fake name, Addison, to hide her real name—Hannah. Hannah Greene. Of course, I wasn’t angry about this because I understood completely, but it didn’t stop me from teasing her. Like everyone, we had our fights. Living in Georgia with a strict Christian family, she was very upset that I’m a liberal atheist. We would fight about it occasionally and even though I never insulted her or her religion, I made her cry and I would feel terrible. She is the only person in the world to ever do that to me, actually make me feel such strong emotions toward someone. I eventually fell in love with Hannah, and she with me. She said she fell in love with me the moment I sent her a picture of myself on omegle. She said she was so used to getting pictures of guys half naked or worse, but the picture I sent her was me with just a goofy grin and she said she loved that, how happy I was naturally. Our relationship constantly evolved, she managed to get her sister’s laptop sometimes so we could go to sleep watching each other. Those were some of the best nights. Now her sister is in college and she doesn’t have the laptop anymore, but that isn’t the problem. The problem is much worse.
Because Hannah kept what she did online from her parents, they had no idea I existed. Of course, I occasionally mentioned Hannah to my parents, and my parents eventually got used to me talking to a girl who lives so far away. It seems that Hannah just has a natural ability to have everyone like her. But she had to keep me secret. Except for one of her friends, no one there knows me. When we were on camera, she couldn’t talk. She couldn’t tell her family how happy I made her. Of course, this went wrong. Hannah broke her phone on September 15th and we had to stop messaging each other on Facebook. She also had to deactivate her “Addison” account so her parents wouldn’t find it. But I kept in touch with her by texting her email. A week after, we did FaceTime through her dad’s iPad because we missed each other so much. This was the worst thing we ever did. When we disconnected and I tried to call her back, her dad answered on his iPhone (turns out his iPad and iPhone were connected). I was so scared, I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t do anything. I just disconnected right away. Hannah called me back and told me not to worry, that it wasn’t her dad. But the next day I found out that it WAS her dad, and he was suspicious. She couldn’t delete my contact because he’d get more suspicious. She wouldn’t answer me all day. The next day she told me that her parents found out everything and she didn’t know if she would ever be able to talk to me again. This was 12 days ago. 12 days without talking to the girl I love.
To anyone who has this kind of relationship, imagine that kind of torture. And so, this is why I need help. I need people to reblog this until someone in Georgia sees this and is able to pass this message onto Hannah:
"I will wait forever for you. I love you so much and I will wait for you."
As long as she knows that, I can continue to wait. I don’t know her exact address because she never gave it to me. But she gave me the Publix around the corner from her house. It’s:
3370 Sugarloaf Parkway Lawrenceville, Georgia 30044.
To anyone who helps me, thank you. This literally means the world to me. She needs to know this because if I’m suffering, I can’t even imagine how she’s doing. I don’t want to imagine how much pain she’s in. How I can’t help her or talk to her. This is literally the last thing I can do. This is my last hope. Please help me.