Waiting...

8:08 PM

She sat in front of her computer, willing the number to go from 65 to 66. One e-mail. One that could possibly be him. She'd been waiting for him to decide if he was going to speak to her again. Waiting for him to find the words that would bring her back to him. I miss you, three words words that were stronger than I love you, words that would become the glue to their broken relationship. She missed him too. Missed his laugh, and ridiculous logic, missed the love that she felt when he said her name, or looked at her. She missed her friend.

So, she continued to sit in front of her computer, waiting for the silent "you've got mail" call to come. A single tear slid down her soft, brown cheek, and she wondered, how long will I have to wait?

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