October 2020, I (F44) met someone (M 26) on Reddit who is clearly a writer. In his posts, he asked intelligent and articulate questions. We got into a discussion. That discussion went private, and has been going for months. I admit I have 'caught feelings' for him. We talk about everything from spirituality, psychology and sex. We talk about our lives. We sext alot. We spend hours a day doing this. We banter. My eyes are sore. I think of him constantly and write to him constantly. He writes back and so it goes on. If we take a break, the two of us go into withdrawal. We really cant stand to not hear from each other.

Of course, this situation was never my intention when researching things on Reddit nor is it my go to method for writing. I would rather not be spending this much time chatting to someone I will probably never meet. But you see, he gets me to write, and to write about things I have never told anyone. I have wanted to write about such things for years and he is giving me the opportunity to do so.

Our entire relationship is in writing. Now that's worth pondering.

However, it comes at a cost. I've fallen in love, and this whole interaction has become addictive. I believe he has the upper hand, and do not know his feelings. He wont even send a photo. We are both single but in practical terms are incompatible.

We are so far from each other that we cannot meet for the time being.

What do I make of this?

Update 5 months later- he finally sent a photo, and he is totally my type. But we are slowly tapering off.