Ghosts of the Past

         I stare at my computer screen, my heart wanting to burst and break at the same time. We've fought before, but this last time was the worst yet. I couldn't let you go however, not npw. I broke down and apologized. All is well with us again. Or so it seems.
         Your messages scroll across the screen, laughing, scorning, gossiping. To you, not a care in the world. To you, I am but another guy, a friend. A simple word, but the dividing line between misery and joy. What I wouldn't give to be more; more than simply a shoulder to cry on. Alas, it will never be. As you write me, and bid me good-night, I see that you and I will never be one. And so, as your presence fades from cyberspace, I utter four words, no more than a whisper. So soft, so fleeting, they mingle with the hum of the computer. Four words that will fade and be lost; never to be spoken again.
         "I love you Jaclyn."