Dreaming of you
The little affair between Krackerjack and Munchkin went on for a month. two months. and finally three. Each time they went online, time seemed to exist in a realm that was unparallel to theirs. They knew so much and yet so little of each other.
It was like an unwritten law or code of honour, not to divulge anything that hinted to more than what was necessarily needed to know. Each party yearned to know each other, physiological appearance, name. But the code kept the questions unanswered and left imagination to run rampant.
All the time.