It was a warm, humid night in June. Sitting alone, at her desk, fingers busily moving along her keyboard. The screen flowing by as the conversation seemed endless. Every word typed was laced with sweetness that even a bee couldn't resist. Back and forth the conversation went. Never was there a lag nor a pause. Each had many things to share. Their hopes and dreams turn from images in their heads to words on a screen. It was so real.

"Why?", she asked.

"Because, I think we are from another time", he answered, " and we were meant to be."

"You mean soul-mates? Well, I do feel kinda at ease with you." she replied.

He typed in something she thought she would never see. "WILDFLOWERS"

She sat back and thought of her childhood days. Days of running thru fields of wildflowers, with no cares or worries and only dreams filling her heart. She dreamed of having a wonderful life with lots of kids and someone who would run thru the wildflowers with her.

"Why did you type that?" ,she asked, shaking.

"Because when I talk to you I smell wildflowers all around me. It is strongest during our heart-to-heart talks when you let your walls down. And sometimes....when I am driving and I see a field of wildflowers, I have an uncontrollable urge to just run thru them.

She didn't know what to say. She only sat there as one single tear fell upon her keyboard. Maybe this is the one, she thought. Maybe she has finally found the person she was meant to be with.

"Thank you" was all she typed.

He knew somehow he had broken thru all her barriers. His dream is also coming true. For you see, he also use to dream of the wildflowers. His was of being in the arms of someone he loved very much. And there is just some dreams you can't forget.

"Your welcome." he typed.

All night they talked until their fingers started to swell and the screen was fuzzy. They said their good nights with promises of talking again later.