This is a sequel to Fades Into the Dark. If you plan to read this, read that first.
February 05 11:07 AM
I open my mailbox after that little MSN Messenger window pops up with you have 1 new message in your email inbox. One message. At the top. I freeze with happiness as the words slowly make sense. Disha Pillai. Undeniable. Unalterable. All I imagined. All I hoped would happen someday. Someday. Sometime. Someone. So many of life’s wishes are made of these words. So few of them turn to today, this time, this person. Mine did. On February 05 11:07 AM.
She writes that there was a virus in her computer. Thanks, Virus. If you hadn’t been there, so many things would have passed me by without me ever knowing. So many feelings I would never have felt, never have known I could feel about her. I know which virus it is. (warning: now this is turning metaphoric) It’s been crawling around for well over a few thousand years, in and out of minds, bodies, greeting cards, phone calls, thriving on misunderstandings and expectations, hopes and disappointments. It’s given the name Friendship, and there are few unfortunate beings who haven’t ever been a victim of it.
Thanks, Virus. Thanks a lot. Thanks, hotmail. Thanks to the hotmail inbox too. Thanks to the font she wrote that e-mail in. Thanks to the servers that worked to bring it into my inbox. And thanks a million to February 05 11:07 AM.