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”If friendship is all that I can gain from this meeting, then I take it with an open heart and thankfulness that I have a friend such as you,” he said taking a break. “It would be an honour to befriend such a beautiful Lady as yourself, I hope in my heart that you will forever be my closest companion and confidante.”

Andrea sat back in her chair staring at the words on the screen, she loved the way he used words and it was almost a romantic feeling to read them. ”Thank you Carl,” she quickly replied, not wanting to leave the screen blank for too long. ”You’re welcome, Andrea,” he said, at which point Andrea could imagine his English accent saying those very words. As the days went by they talked and talked, always enjoying each other’s company but never crossing the line between friendship and love. Until one day, just by chance Carl mentioned that he might be coming over to America for a holiday. He’d planned on going across the states in a train, and asked Andrea her advice on the best course of action.

Andrea went out of her way the next day to find out, which would be the best route to take and to find out how many different states Carl could possibly pass through on his journey. It was decided that Washington was possibly the best place to begin, and so Carl arranged it so that this was his starting point. Many days that turned into weeks went by, before Carl eventually got around to informing Andrea that he was to set off for America that very Friday.

Andrea was somewhat excited at hearing this news, yet she couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t until her sister caught her chatting with Carl one day that she found out. ”Why are you blushing sis?” her sister asked. ”Am I?” replied Andrea. ”Yes, a very crimson colour,” came the reply, as Andrea’s sister passed over a hand mirror. Andrea looked into the mirror to see her cheeks flushed crimson red, and then put the mirror down on the sideboard. ”Carl just called me beautiful,” she said. ”You’re in love with him aren’t you?” ”No I’m not...at least I don’t think so,” Andrea replied, looking back at the screen.

Carl had written a short poem, dedicated to Andrea. I hope thy beauty will never fade or age will stay its course for sweet the voice that lights your eyes will always be rejoiced. ”I wrote that for you my dear, I will miss our conversations as I journey across your land, I just wish in my heart that your state had been one of those I visited.”