Chloe Palmer

Chloe Palmer

  • Chloe Palmer
    Published about a year ago
    Dear You, Sincerely Me (Pt. 2)

    Dear You, Sincerely Me (Pt. 2)

    Dear Blake,
  • Chloe Palmer
    Published about a year ago
    Dear You, Sincerely Me (Pt. 1)

    Dear You, Sincerely Me (Pt. 1)

    Dear Chase, By now, I know that Chase isn't your real name. But when I was fourteen years old and you found your way into my inbox on MeetMe, I was more than willing to believe that it was. Chase Ellison, a real celebrity, had seen my profile and messaged me! I was starstruck. I'd never been the prettiest girl, and looking back, the pictures that I took of myself were hardly flattering, but you had noticed me and it made me feel special for the first time in my life. I'll admit that I didn't know who you were at first. You told me that you were a model, and that sometimes you would act, and that sparked a curiosity in me. Had I seen your ads? Or maybe I had seen you in a TV show or a movie. Naturally, I took to Google to find the answers. The Boy Who Cried Werewolf. I had seen that movie! Oh my god. I really was talking to someone famous! Looking back now, I wish that I had known better. But how could I? It was later that year, 2010, that MTV's hit show Catfish aired for the first time, and it wasn't a show that I became interested in until was almost nineteen. Ultimately, the concept of a 'catfish' was completely unknown to me. I wanted so badly to believe that you were who you said you were. Our messages started out simple enough. We discussed our likes and our dislikes, our dreams and aspirations, and everything in between. We had become fast friends, and that was enough for me. I was an awkward teen who had trouble making friends, and for you to come into my life and take a general interest in me meant the world. And then you told me that I was beautiful. Me, beautiful? You've got it twisted. I'm not beautiful. My friends, Katie and Jen, they were beautiful. But that wasn't something that a guy had ever called me. For the first time, I began to see myself through a different lens. You awoke a self-confidence that I wasn't aware I possessed, and it was a good feeling. We flirted back and forth from that day forward, and that went on for a month or so. I found myself falling for you with each step we took, even though we'd never met. I wanted to, though. And so I asked you.