LAST EDITED ON 02-Nov-00 AT 03:20 AM (GMT)

Now we will never know what it would be like to stand in front of each other, look, and know the future is ours.

To love so deeply and profoundly and never know what it is like to touch. Just words and static pictures on a screen. Cold and impersonal is our love. A burning love, though, with flames that reach for the sky, but virtually and non-existent. This is not real. This doesn't exist - not really. I'm not an ordinary person to you. You can shiut me out whenever you feel. Delete me and ignore me without ever knowing what it is to see my face as you do so and to know how much it hurts me. Because I know. Don't think that I don't.

If I was a real person, you wouldn't be able to shut me out, switch me off, escape from my face and my tears. Then maybe you would understand that my love for you is very real and that to me you are real. Just not me to you.

I'm flesh and blood. I have a heart. You promised me you would look after it, but it's hurting now... it hurts so much... that is real.