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Just Maybe

I clicked the little box in the corner of my screen to e-mail her back. "Sorry, you got the wrong e-mail, but, you bring up some interesting points. Points that I've thought since my first year at college. Why do we have to do all these random, stupid, useless assignments. I mean, i'm just guessing you're also doing programming as your major by the e-mail subject. By the way, tfiosislife@gmail.com, really? That's what the websites you have accounts with know you by? Hehe. Maybe we could... talk some more if you're ever free. Because to be honest, i need a new someone to talk to." I hesitated to his send. Usually i don't proofread my papers, but this was important. No mistakes. Send. But then I got to thinking how crazy i was being. This girl (presumably) went to school who knows where, and I knew nothing about her. For all I know she could be a long time felon who just got out of jail. Or an uncaught prisoner. I didn't even know her age. She could have been a 50 year old woman who went back to college. But probably not because the things she says are not that of what a 50 year old woman would say. Just as all these thoughts raced through my head like they were in the Indy 500, I got an e-mail back. At first I was shocked she even replied. But after that went away, I clicked the box. "You're a programming major too? You poor soul. Hehe. Anyways, yeah I'm a girl and yeah I like tfios, but honestly, what girl doesn't. Those tomboys who like G.I joes over Barbie's like me may not show it, but they do. But yeah, I'd love to talk to you sometime. What school do you go to by the way? I go to Stanford. Ttyl." My eyes stay glued to the word Stanford. Stanford. Stanford!? Not only did she go to college on the other side of the country, but she went to school at the big leagues of computer science. You can't get much better computer related school then that. Its where all the aspiring programmers want to go. Its where I wanted to go. But my parents and me could only afford in state colleges, so the university of Maine it was. I sighed at the thought. But I knew that even if I had gone to stanford my grades would still be about the same. I sighed at this fact too. All this sighing was making me tired, so I checked the time. 3:00. "Oh" I said. "OH!" I said. I needed to get the work. But I also need to e-mail her back. So I made the wise choice and emailed her back. Not wise you think? Well, nothing you do for love is wise, so, its not like its any different from other guys. Then I paused and realized what I had thought. Love. Love. Love?