Reflections

From the bathroom across the landing I watch her as she types away. Her fingers flying over the keyboard as if they are in a race for fastest typist in the world. In between lines she lifts up her head to read reactions from the other side of the monitor. A wide grin on her face, laughing out loud every now and then. “If he could only see how happy he makes you” I think while I observe this one way conversation. With all our mod cons, getting to know each other seems to be no longer down to secret dates in the park or sneaking a kiss in the schools bike shed. We bare our souls in front of a 15 inch screen. Facial expressions have been replaced by emoticons. Saddened by my own thoughts I turn away from the smiling child that doesn’t seem to know how much better it is to have this conversation while sitting opposite the other person, holding hands and seeing your own laughter reflect in his eyes.