you've got mail II

From: Shopgirl
To: NY152

I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a
conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends -- as opposed
to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in a
Chat Room where we both claimed we'd never been before.What will he say today, I
wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go on line,
and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got
mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat
of my own heart. I have mail. From you.