Tug of hearts.
Current mood: confused
Category: Writing and Poetry
A million gigabytes away she tugs his heart and he tugs back. A fair game they say to themselves. Soft words, and an imagined smile appears on the avatar. An (lol) and a semi-colon followed by a right parenthesis and the tugs grow stronger. Ah, but the heart is clueless, the eyes are blind.
And who shall win this tug of hearts memorialized by the pixels of lost fonts? Who can tug harder at the heart so drawn in by the anticipation of new mail? Who shall be the one left waiting for this little red symbol that has brought such a longing for the next.
Each click of the mouse becomes a step into the unknown. He waits... then she waits.. while the hearts beat unknowingly, holding unto every beat as if it were the last. How shall the glorious fonts arrange themselves next, with glowing adulations or sweet poems of daily routines.
Even the most mundane rings of shakespear, as the tugs continue. A picture is sent, a joke is told and heheheheheheheeee is destined to be published in websters. And then it comes.... she had no way of knowing... how could she? The words could mean only one thing....
As he reads this new mail, his heart repels and convulses. He does not realize he has quit breathing, as he reads again. Could it be...its over?
Yes, the picture leaves no doubt, men have been called this many times. Pain quickly turns to anger and he acts rash, as men do. Fits of deletion and she's gone, gone forever. He leaves to heal this heart that has lost this game of tugs.
She waits for the little red symbol that never comes...never realizing her typo...she did not notice under the picture of her dog, where it was meant to say: "It's Rover", she had missed the "R".
