The Most To Be Expected For some reason, any time I'm in the States, I think of her. Someone I met in a chat room in 1997, someone that I stayed in contact with until nearly 2002. We only ever had at best one conversation per month, sometimes nothing for several months. But we remained in contact and in each other's lives. The last time we chatted, I helped her win the object of her affection's heart. She was going to give up, but I wouldn't let her. I convinced her that she was misperceiving his actions. Last year, I sent her an e-mail - as brief as our communication ever was - and she replied that indeed, they were still together. When I met her, she lived in Ohio; and the last time I heard from her, she'd moved. I never heard where, so every time I'm in the States, I hope I might run into her. So we can smile as we pass by.  ¶ 8:50 PM