I fell in love with a woman on reddit. I was working a nightshift, here in Scotland. (If I win, the pizza wouldn't be for me, but for her). I sat, browsing sub's randomly until I saw a post on /r/needafriend, that caught my eye. She was about my age, divorced, one kid. I was in the process of separating from my wife, and had one child.

With the time difference, and my bizarre shifts, we had roughly the same schedule.

At first we messaged on reddit, back and forth. I found myself looking forward to that little orange envelope, and was disappointed if it turned out to be a reply to another content. In time, we started to snapchat, then hangouts, then Skype.

I actually, tried to stop then, because I was developing feelings for a woman five thousand miles away. A woman that I knew I probably would never meet, would never reciprocate those feelings, could never be with.

But on the day I was going to stop, she told me she was starting to think of me as something else. I didn't get my hopes up. Things with my ex were awkward. A mire of hurt and blame. An object lesson in how to destroy a mans sense of self.

In three months she was here. Three months of talking, non stop, of watching movies on Netflix and Skype.

I knew it would end then. She is beautiful. Me? I look like Chewbacca got a bad haircut and drownded his sorrows with lard.

She smiled so big when she saw me. She waved from across the room, where I had hidden myself, to prolong the time that she cared for me. Her hand moved so quickly that it left trails in the air. I hugged her. Knowing that she wasn't repulsed had already healed me, a little. Eight years of marriage, with no hand holding, no kissing, no hugs, no sex, and a lot of the damage was healed, all with a wave and a smile.

I held her. Picked her off the floor with bear arms and bare arms. I whispered "welcome home" in her ear, before I kissed her. That single moment, meant as greeting, but so much more meaning instead.

It's a year since then. We've only spent five weeks together in person, but those five weeks...

I would trade almost everything I have for those five weeks again.

At the moment, I can't go to her, for financial reasons. She can't come here for the same. Baggage costs money. But it's what I want. It's what we want. To be together.

Long term is going to be hard. Her ex sees their daughter for about an hour a week, but it's still enough that she isn't allowed to leave, despite him being an alcoholic. Despite him having beaten her. Despite him being a drug user. I have a daughter, who I see daily. I still look after her disabled mother. Cook her meals, help clean.

She loves pizza, so if someone could send her one, that would just be amazing.