One weeks gone by, its not perfect but I'm looking at the colours turn like my stomach.I'm hesitating, should I do this, will she hate me? Will she hate this? I'll put the pen and paper together, I'll put this in motion tonight. The train could be a wreck, or just over turned. Emotions displayed, she'd never known, but his face was shown so when she saw his words, what he felt came out after all.
She saw what he wrote, she couldn't believe this, this man. This best friend, this e-mail found its way to her that night. Did she cry? What would her replay be from that night? Time answered him in the next day, and in her reply he saw what he already had. Not too sure earlier on what was in his mind.