"My Immortal Genevieve,

When I read your letter, a great weight was lifted off my shoulders. It was as if I had been holding my breath for a few days. Yes, of course I will meet you! Indeed, I also must see you soon. I pine to be in your presence. I have feeling you are free on Saturday, and rumor has it that some girls from Hattington come down to the village every Saturday. So perhaps you might be one of those ladies? Today is Thursday, so will you call and ask to speak to Charlie, and tell him your answer?

Beloved,

Neil"

It was Friday afternoon, so that evening I called Welton, and asked to speak to Master Dalton. He soon picked up the phone, and I could hear some musical instrument being played terribly in the background. "This is Mr. Dalton, how may I help thee?" I did not hesitate to speak, "Charlie, this is Genevieve! Tell Neil that I will meet him at 12:30 on Saturday in front of the bookstore. I have to go now!" I hung up the phone before he could even get a word in.

Saturday morning I woke up enthused, and ready for the day. I took about an hour to get ready, but did not stick out because all the other girls dressed up to go into to town as well. The fifteen minute drive into town seemed much longer than usual. As soon as I got into town I rushed to the bookshop, and stood inside near the front display window, just waiting.

Finally, I spotted him, and I had the urge to run to him and kiss him, but I knew that would not be a good idea.I casually walked outside, stood there, and just smiled. I was terrified it would be silent again; Neil broke it right away with his hello.

He opened the door for me, and we went inside. I immediately took him by the hand, and dragged him to the back of the store, where no one could see us. I grabbed him and kissed him.

To be honest, I could not help myself, but he did not seem to object to it. As I pulled away, I could feel his warmth as slowly faded away. I opened my eyes, and Neil was just staring at me. He took my hand and placed it onto his face. Even with my hand as cold as it was, he still seemed to find some sort of fulfilling comfort in it. I reached my other hand over and stroked the other side of his face.

In his eyes, there was something painful almost numbing. He seemed happy to see me, but he also had something on his mind, a dilemma of some sort. I stroked my fingers through his hair, and said to him, "Oh my Neil, something is wrong, I can see it in your eyes. Please, do not be hesitant to tell me your problems."

Neil then opened up and told me about how his stubborn father would not allow him to do the things he was truly interested in. Apparently his father was set on him going to medical school, and becoming a successful physician. Neil yearned to be an artist, to be able to express himself, and not have his world revolve around test scores and GPAs. I indeed felt his heartache, and shared my story with him.

We were very much alike in many ways, and to both of us, our introduction seemed to have been fate. For an hour, we sat there in the bookstore and talked of our lives. Finally the cuckoo clock on the wall stuck 1:30, and unfortunately that meant it was time for me to take my leave. As I stood up to leave, I placed my hand on his cheek, and smiled sweetly.

Neil walked me to the front of the store. Hen then looked out the window and told me, "Good byes always seem to be the hardest." He giggled a little, and finally leaned over and kissed me. When I walked to the car, it was like I was walking an air. My head was almost spinning and my stomach was in a sailor's knot. What was to come of us, beloved Neil, and I?