Ray hadn’t noticed that the sun had gone down, didn’t notice that it was now dark outside and in. The glow of a million people kept his lonely face company, blotting out the world as he wrote from his sixteenth floor apartment. She was in his mind, as always, as he typed out the words he hoped she’d read.
No matter what John Donne had written those 400 years ago, no matter how many people are around you, every person is still isolated within thier skull, or so it seemed to Ray. He felt the more interconnections he had on his late night chat sessions the more disconnected he really was. He pounded on his keyboard, night after night, talking, chatting, blogging and forum hopping, yet he was still more alone forever, perpetually hunting for that special bound. In his mind, she was it. But she had to see it for herself. That’s what he was typing, the proof she needed.
He typed furious passage after furious passage, coded message he believed none but her would understand. He felt that they had one mind, that they understood each other in a way no others could imagine.
Finished with his magnum opus, the great love poem that explained the details of his heart, he clicked publish so all of the world could see, so that she could see.
Ray could be utterly patient, but this was not the time. He had just put his soul on the line, or on-line, which was in this case the same thing. He had to know her reaction. He checked the blogs, the tweets, the images, everything, all social media imaginable. No sign of her. Finally he went back to her Facebook page to study her picture.
That was when he noticed the new relationship status, “engaged”. He saw his pictures, the unknown other, all over. He saw the congratulatory remarks, the “I always knew you were meant for each other” comments.
Looking out of his sixteenth floor window, across the huge city, over the horizon and over the rainbow where he always imagined she was waiting, he only noticed the cold, hard rain.