The next afternoon, he sits in front of his computer at work, staring at the screen. Not paying too much attention, remembering his dream from the night before. Feeling alone, and embaressed at the vividity of the dream. 'She is right.' he thinks to himself. 'I do want her, and until I get over this anger at her audacity, and the sheer stupidity of her having feelings for me, I will continue to feel this way. What's so difficult to get past is it can't be real.

I had real.

I don't need any more real than that.

But what if it is? What if she did have feelings for me? Could I possibly ignore the slightest inkling of something that may have slipped through my fingers all because I can't or won't believe in it?' He sees her log on to her aol. He smiles to himself. 'let the games begin.' he says to himself.

She comes into the room, happy it seems, saying hi to all. Smiles and kisses to others.

He sits and watches her talk to the others.

Knowing she sees him there, or maybe not. Maybe she has him on Iggy. He says hi to his bestest friend in the whole wide world. " KisseslicksandgropesLurchinalltherightplaces" He says...

and watches for her responce. Nothing. Lurch says she'll be coming by later that night.

He makes sure to post directions to his home, knowing she sees...or doesn't...he isn't sure anymore.

Lets see.. "I'll be in the drive with my baseball bat Lurch. Look for me." Shes' gotta comment on that, he thinks. NOTHING again...

Shes' leaving now.

Says good bye to all. and out. not a word, no indication she even saw him. Maybe she DOES have him on Iggy.

Maybe she HAS moved on. Maybe I HAVE lost, more than I know at this time. IS there going back at this time? No. Too much has been said and done.

Time to move on. 'What, ' he wonders 'WOULD he ever do if he ever came face to face to her?' She would probably run away. YAh...

She is not strong enough to face me, and deal with what happened.

He smiles to himself. 'I've got the control, right here, in the palm of my hand.' He raises his hand, and slowly makes a fist, feeling his nails dig into the palm of his hand, as he thinks about his dream from last night.