She was way past the point of being upset, she was now angry. She walked out to her computer and wrote the following. Although, we may thing it real love. He hoped this was so, even though it was sure to break his heart. In her mind, she vowed she would never love again. She tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep so she got up and sat down at the computer and logged on. She had loved once more and now she needed to let him go. But maybe, she could find her another man, with the full house that she needed. She had not slept much last night. There were times he’d awaken in the middle of the night, and know she’d been there, even though she was hundreds of miles away. It is not the kind of love that takes time to develop and mature. Then say, fuck you, this time fate, you just drew the losing hand.
