Love on the Net

Dear NY152,

It sounds funny.
But I would like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I want to pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends -as opposed to what we actually are- people who don't know each other's name and who just met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before.

What will NY152 say today, I wonder.
I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail.

I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you..