How I long to talk to her, even when that green dot has turned into a mobile phone icon.
How I long to tell her stories, wherein my eyes could see her reaction.
How I long to make her laugh, wherein my ears could hear her laughter.
How I long to see her smile, the type not expressed by keyboard symbols.
How I long to bask in her warm embrace, without having to imagine it from an emoticon.
How I long for a chat box to turn into reality.
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