computer.loveEveryday she comes and she types on me. I dont understand the words she writes, though. I can see the scenery, I can see the people, but I dont know why theyre happy, I dont know why theyre holding hands. Its almost like a puzzle, their faces, but as the girl types more and more, it becomes clearer.
Her blue eyes are transfixed not on the screen, but in a world of their own, a world I cannot see. Her fingers are like the little bursts of data I get, theyre so fast and they never seem to stop. Sometimes I wonder if shes typing too fast for the little word processor to handle! Those eyes, though, they they make me think. My mind is wracked with thoughts of what shes like, but I dont know why. All I know of this girl, this blond, tall, girl is that she writes daily, and that her eyes are blue.
That blue amazes me, yet why? Its just a simple variation of reds, blues, and greens, but it makes my fan stop when I