Epilogue
As well as sending the poem by e-mail, I also sent her a virtual exploding Valentine's teddy-bear by e-mail (to a different e-mail address) (I had to hack the EXE to change the message - this contrasted nicely with composing poetry from the soul and briefly placed me in a domain I felt more at home in). I didn't go to bed until 4:30am on Valentine's day morning, but managed to make it to the office by 9:15am the next day, and I even sent her a text-message before I got to work.

Initially, she responded positively and absolutely adored the poem. Unfortunately, when it came to finding out her response to what I was trying to say, she was evasive at first, but in the end, I asked her directly, but just gave a brief and cryptic comment to say she wasn't looking at the moment and tried to move the conversation onwards.

After a pause, we spent a lot of time chatting on MSN Messenger. I got to visit her again a few months later. I'm leaving that experience for another QOTW.

Apologies for anticlimax.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 3:00, Reply)