July 20, 2003
Eight months later she sat on her bed reading this tattered book he had given her. The distance they'd unwillingly put between them had served her well. Days after meeting, he'd flown to Chicago for his first assignment and she stayed behind, left to wonder what could have been. They lost touch at first but slowly drifted back, usually talking on the phone for hours each week. There was something electric she felt when thinking about him there. But now he was coming home and that distance would be gone. Could she really tell him that she'd fallen for him?