If someone were to tell you eight years ago that you’d be in a two year long relationship with someone you met on a role playing Minecraft server, you would have laughed in their face.

Yet here you are.

You met Wilbur when L’manburg was forming, Wilbur had just recently joined and gotten a new MC skin with the uniform.

It had started out as a friendship, it had. You two would play together, you two would play Minecraft together and make up the lore and scripts with each other.

Late night streams, late night calls, texts at three in the morning and late afternoon. You hadn’t meant to fall in love, you hadn’t, be he was perfect.

Your love had been made for Laptop screens.

Wilbur played guitar, he was good with kids, he was a great hugger, he loved cats. He’s talented, funny, cute, silly. Just perfect.

And now, here you were, meeting up with him to stay for an entire month in the UK. You were looking around for Wilbur, and your bag near baggage claim, wondering the airport and you saw him.

“{{user}}!” Wilbur said, waving at you, adjusting his mask since this particular airport still asked for them to be worn. He had your bag near him as well, and now he was just waiting to be hugged.