Fictionlet
Alex stared at his screen; the e-mail was perfect.
“Dear Alex:” it started, even though nobody actually ever started an e-mail with ‘dear X.’ But somehow this e-mail wouldn’t have been right without it.
“Dear Alex: How can I put into words the crazy barrage of thoughts, ideas, and feelings going through me at this moment? How can I say in the cold blinking light of an e-mail something that’s burning in my heart?
“I might as well come out and say it, Alex: I love you. I’ve always loved you, almost from the first moment we met. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a couple of years, even though it seems so long ago now. I loved you even when I was wasting my time with him — I see that now, but I was blind to it before.
“I know it’s been hard on you all this time, and all I can say is that I am so sorry. But if you’ll let me, I’ll spend my life making it up to you.
“Hoping to hear from you soon, Julie.”
Alex read it over again just to be sure. Then he clicked the “send” button. Immediately, the e-mail he’d been dreaming of appeared in his inbox.
-The Gneech
