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"I took out your picture today. I set it on top of my computer, so when you where typing to me, i could imagine you where here. Well, it didn't work out as well as i hoped, because the ding of the incoming aim, was not your voice, and the picture did not move, nor did it hold me like you do. It made me miss you more. "1

As she typed, she cry-ed. Her pale cheeks, Rosy from crying, and her green eyes bloodshot. She stared at the picture, her auburn hair falling into her face. She Cries more and more each day they are apart. The afternoon sun shone through her window, as she stared blankly at the screen, waiting for him to come on so she could send the message she had pre-typed to him. She cried because she missed him, because each day she wondered where he was, if he was okay, if he was thinking about her as well. Finally she heard the creak of the aim door opening, and the familiar alert message that told her he was on. she pressed send on the aim box, tears drying on her face. He said he felt the same, that he loved her, and missed her. But what where typed words? she wanted to hear his voice, to have him hold her and say those words. Each day she burned, she ached, and only when she saw him, did she feel normal, only when he held her, did the pain go away. They saw each other at school, but now, now it was summer, and lack of car, kept them apart. She would go to her room each night, her Sapphire blue silk night gown soft, and her sheets warm and inviting, her room cool, but comfortable, and she would dream of him, his image and voice haunting her mind, and she was reluctant each morning to wake up, because she wished it where not a dream. When she is older, she hopes everything will be the same, so they wont have to spend another day apart. But until then, she will ache, she will burn, and she will die a little each time they say goodbye. She took out his picture, and she taped it to her computer screen, and went back to her dreams, for, in dreams, lovers never have to part.2