From: evorst@ccu.umanitoba.ca (Ed Vorst)
Subject: A NEW ROMANTIC STORY (PART 2) CORRECTLY I HOPE
Organization: University of Manitoba, Winnipeg, Canada
Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1992 19:00:36 GMT

Please excuse the last posting as I am having some trouble getting this
thing to work correctly, any hints from the knoledgable would be greatly
appreciated.

	Days passed and he saw her again, not in the usual place, but
nearby.  He thought to himself that the feelings hadn't changed nor would 
they no matter where they were.  But now he controlled his passion and had 
begun to feel at ease around her.  He sat down to say hello and talk for a 
while. He did not expect the conversation to be more than talk of weather
or work.  She was emotionally drained by the break-up just days before and it 
was time for her to vent all of her anger, frustration and hurt.  He knew 
that it did not matter to her who he was, as long as she knew him, he would 
be the one who would hear it all, and it mattered to him.  It was all that
mattered to him and he knew all the right things he had to say.  He did not 
lie or manipulate, he only helped her through the pain and sadness she felt 
so strongly, and it was in this helping that he found joy. Joy in 
the helping and joy in the trust of him that he felt build up inside of
her with every consoling word.  
	He knew now that this was soon to be so much more, that a
friendship was being built, and that his passion had a greater, yet just a 
slightly greater, chance of being returned, to him it was a hundred times 
more than ever before and his joy strengthened his confidence for the next 
time they would talk.
	That next time would still be a week away and he knew the wait
could have killed his spirit, if he had let it.  He tried to think of what he 
should do as the "next move" but he could think of nothing.  He would have to 
take it as it came to him, and this idea scared him to death.  But when he 
saw her it was all like clockwork, everything he said seemed like the right 
thing to say and every movehe made seemed like the right move to make. 
She didn't seem to mind thefriendly stroking of her hair or the kiss goodbye 
on her hand. If only she knew what those little touches did for him.  
	Soon they had become like old friends.  Christine and Ed.  There
had even been rumours.  She tried to ignore them as bunk, as did he to hide
his true desires,  probably not very convincingly to the other lady in his 
life.  He found it strange how little he thought about her even though he 
still loved her as he had done throughout their tumultuous six years 
together.  He even forgot her name once while talking to her. The signs were 
there if she chose to see them, which she didn't.
  He didn't care whether she did or not.
	But the rumours persisted, aggravated by the fact that the two
involved were constantly seen together at school, talking and laughing.  And 
then came the day.  Without even realising what he was doing, it seemed so 
natural, he thought to himself, he actually asked her out.  Not just to any 
event, but to a hockey game.  By doing so he made them both even more 
vulnerable to rumours because he knew who would be there.  All the guys.  The 
guys who started the rumours in the
first place.  Not believing what he had done, he was lost in thought for just a
short enough time for her to think about her answer.  When he came back to 
reality, it was to the sound of her saying yes.  She said yes!!!!  Though he 
was overjoyed, he still had no idea what it meant.  But he would soon find
out.  They went to the game and even out for a drink afterwards, but it was
obvious that this was no great leap forward.
  
	He was dying to tell her how he felt but at the same time he did
not want to destroy the friendship they now had or the trust that came with 
it.  It became more and more obvious to him that she had not only become his 
best friend, but also the woman he loved more than anybody.

	The weekend passed and Monday came slowly......


	
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