Part 2

 Angie still lay in the bath and dozed in front of herself. She enjoyed this warm easing bath. She had often lacked it in her one room flat where it had had only a shower. This one it lived in its new flat now for three months already and it was still difficult for her sometimes anyway to take hold of its luck, to it was overwhelmed of the new feelings she have. She never needed again to cause herself worries where she should from take the money for the next rent, where from the money for food or on invoices turned due.

 

Angie was content, very content and with themselves and her environment in the pure one. No more, it only did her former husband, she was only sorry for him.

She lived alone and had no boyfriend. For certain sometimes she felt lonely without a man but after the disastrous marriage with Reza she was simply still too much afraid of a new relation. She was quite glad to be single at the moment.

 

Sometime occurred to her that she had arranged an appointment with Bob in the chat and a smile swirled about her lips. She got off fast the bathtub, wrapped up got herself ready in this one, fleecy - soak robe, sought another glass of wine from the kitchen and went to her PC.

Angie sat already half an hour at the PC and surfed by the net. But it was far and broad to see nothing from Bob, he was neither at BJ com or in the chat. She slightly disappointed thought ', Bob, where you are, we had an appointment anyway'. Otherwise he was always punctual actually unusual for him. She wondered briefly how had she met Bob 2 years ago at that time?

 

It called itself "the poet" with BJ com and she liked this name. She had met with it by a poem, an Internet friend had sent it to her and written for also to this that "The Poet" would have written even more wonderful poems. Then had you made to themselves on the search for the author and was really astonishedly, something sensitive and he written and published sensitive poems already had. Angie had send hin a PN (Private message) and informed him how they had stirred his poems very much. After that, they had always written to themselves once in a while, only PN, they then became right mails and they had in the end applied in a chatroom. There they met almost every day and mails it should happen anyway they then wrote that Bob or they planned something themselves to themselves for an interminably long time. So they had little by little got to know themselves in the course of the years very well and had got more than good friends.

 

Bob had given her courage again and again if, she stood because of her financial difficulties shortly before despairing again, on the other hand she had comforted Bob as whom a long-standing relation collapsed. Bob was after he had before nearby after he and his wife had parted 7 months ago of New York, dragged LA lived. He had told her he is thirty years old and by profession of independent businessmen, therefore he had to go away from time to time, too.

 

Exactly like Angie itself he was a tall fan of voucher Jovi and Angie always was surprised that he tolerated her being in love to Jon. She had confessed namely to him that she dreams of Jon secretly. Sometimes he made fun of her about that but he also could console Angie with that, if she sometimes felt very lonely and dreamt like it it would be to be together with Jon. Bob then even still gave her courage to learn to know Jon personally by telling her that she would have the opportunity certainly one day. She could talk with Bob about everything she always did, too. The two had this stated, they were congenial. After she had got to know Bob better he always called her "my little shooting star" loving, but had become "my heart" from this by then. Angie liked this salutation very much, showed it anyway that Bob liked it very much and connected them both very much more than only a top flat Internet friendship. Angie was a little then absent and Bob had told her that he would be just the same if, they "did not" see themselves a day. For Angie Bob was a very sensitive, sensitive and understanding man and a loving, reliable friend.

Angie had secretly imagined before what Bob looked well, whether they would match together? But then, she scolded herself, Bob and they lived in different worlds and in addition, she thought that she would be too old for him with their 39 years. Nevertheless she felt a strong affection for Bob and wanted sometimes he would be with her, would take and simply only hold tight her into his arms.

 

A couple of days ago she had him this got back, a spiritual depression had as her again also confessed. Bob had tried to comfort her over the Internet as well as possible and he had told her astonishment to her great one that more and more had himself also spare to be with her longed. Both did not even according to the descriptions of the other know they had only their ideas as the other one looked. Therefore Bob was slim, fair-haired and had blue eyes. He had already asked them whether she could not send him a picture of herself, but Angie had explained to him that she has these had, had destroyed all of them pictures, since their former husband was on this everywhere. There were not new pictures of her yet.

 

She then had sent him pictures from the time before her wedding, but written to this that she has changed herself very much.

 

You "have" post the voice of its PC sounded and Angie tore so that from its thoughts. She swallowed the words a mail of Bob, curious which Bob had written for her.

 

 

"Hello my heart,

I sit in the airport building of LA and wait that they call my flight to NJ. Actually I claimed to have sent you this mail already, but the negotiation with an interested partner has dragged on.

 

I hope you don´t have waited for me too long. I am terribly sorry about that, today, I cannot chat with you. You cannot imagine at all as I lack this very much today of all people! Is not particularly well me, I only could pull myself together and all day long changes word comforting yours to your affection because I have thought of you. Today, I need you more then ever!

Angie, I do not know what to do ? I feel so terribly lonely and alone. I only really can understand you, now you had to go through everything the last years. I wished I were as strong as you.

 

Unfortunately, I must get in now, my machine was just called. Please forgive me for my heart, that, today, we cannot talk with each other. I miss it more than you can imagine.

 

Take care of yourself well, I answer as soon as I am in the hotel.

 

With love

Bob"