Oh, Goddess. What have I gotten myself into? I'd better write a reply. He'll be
crushed if I say there wasn't one at all. Granted, he'll be crushed soon anyway
when he finds out the truth. I can't quite bring myself to do it early, not that
way.
Hmmm. You know, it's a lot easier to nibble on the end of my pen then write
with it. Especially poetry. I don't do poetry. Maybe Neal's right. Maybe I don't have any romance in my soul. But I can't bear the look in his eyes if I don't bring something… He said it doesn't have to rhyme. Maybe if I just write down what I'm thinking…

Every time I look at you I lose whatever thought I had in the beginning. Every time I touch you, you fill my mind. Heck, you fill my mind without the
touch. In fact, I think of you all the time and always have. I wish you'd want me,
forever and always. Maybe someday. Probably not.

Great. That doesn't sound like she wrote it at all. Obviously, she'd know that
he had feelings for her! I'm going to send it anyway. Maybe it'll make him suspicious,
maybe it'll help when the blow comes. And I just want him to read it. Maybe it'll make him understand.