...the teacher and the computer magician were chatting one evening when he told her, "Everyday I wonder what the point in all this is, but as soon as I see you everything makes sense." It was a beautiful thought indeed, but the teacher was a bit neurotic and she understood otherwise. So after they stopped chatting she wrote a message to her dear friend where she told him that he was right, that nothing made sense, but that everything started with an illusion. She was crying when she wrote this. She hadn't realised she had grown to like her friend way too much. She loved spending time chatting with him, she expected everyday a message from him. She enjoyed his jokes, his life, his eyes, his nose, but most of all his smile and his way of laughing, his dimple, c'mon, just about everything! She realised this was not just an ordinary friendship, not just two lonely fish trying to reach inside a huge water bowl. This was a match made by the book of faces. They were like the pieces of a two-jigsaw. They clicked together. She hated the idea of meaning nearly nothing. So of course you can imagine her surprise when she read the reply. It was not one, but three. He agreed with her that everything springs from an illusion, and that he hadn't wanted to confess how much he had grown to love her. When she read those letters, those words, she was crying full of joy. She didn't know what to say not to sound repetitive or obvious. She loved him. Yes! She loved him and best of all, He loved her. It was so weird. And so wonderful!
And greatest even, it is not a story!
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