koleeta

Immediately she felt the flush of nervous anxiety that always followed the initial contact. She knew she shouldn't have. She knew but she did it anyway because sometimes she lets her id do whatever it wants. Sometimes life needs to be lived through lapses in judgment and stupid mistakes. All she needed was a reason. Any excuse, and this was an excuse, if any. Trying not to seem impatient she closed the window. She clicked through her other windows, but secretly kept an eye out for a flashing icon. Anything to let her know that he had replied.

A minute seemed like 30. He replied.

"yeah didn't even feel it"
"i thought so
it was what like a 4?"

He typed, hesitated, typed more and sent.

"yeah"
"ok, just checkin"

He typed more. More hesitation.

"ok"

She saw he was typing again. She closed the window before he could send. The thrill of seeing the flashing was what she wanted. He never sent. What was he going to say? Would it be important? Would it be small talk? Would he tell her he missed her?

She was fine with not knowing. She was satisfied with that little bit of contact. To know that he still existed. To know that for a minute or two he had thought about her and had wanted to say something even if he didn't say it.