She was on the Internet one afternoon, checking her emails, opening each and every one that she knew, when she came across a feedback from someone who had read one of her stories. She read the feedback, and seeing as how the gentleman reader had left her his email address, she replied to him. As the days went on and he read more and more of her stories, he sent her continuous feedbacks. The more of his feedbacks she read, the more she came to learn about him, although she obviously didn't know all the in's and out's of him, she knew in her heart that there was something special about him, and she really wanted to learn more. They began to correspond almost daily through email, until the day she emailed him her actual screen name, and the messengers that she has.
A few days later, she logged onto one particular messenger, and added his name to her list, and there he was. Oh she was so nervous, and yet excited at the same time to actually be able to chat with him by means other than email. She said "hello" to him, and that's all it took. They began to chat, at first not for long because she was in the college, and he was at work, and after introducing themselves to each other, they began talking about her stories, and he told her just how much he really enjoyed them. He had told her that he didn't think he could write like that, although he had wanted to try. She encouraged him enough that day that he did try for her.
Little by little with his permission, she began to edit his writings for him, and she encouraged him to submit them into the same site that her stories were posted in, he wasn't sure at first, but again she kept up the encouragement, and he did it, he submitted the first story, which he called, "The Guitar and the Red Head." A few days passed, and there it was, his first story posted. She was so proud of him. He continued to write, and she continued to edit them, as their friendship grew stronger.
