A man and a woman had met by snail mail. They have been mailing each 
other for the last 5 years. Both deeply in love with each other 
although they had never met in person. One day the young man got 
sent to war. He wrote the young lady telling her of what was to 
come. So he went to war writing her as much as he could trying to 
keep the flame of love, desire, and passion burning strong in their 
hearts. 5 years later he had been released from the constricting 
arms of the military. She wrote him saying she wanted to meet after 
all it has been 10 years... So he had written back the woman saying 
he would be at the grendspoint railroad station at 4:00 wearing a 
fresh cut red rose on the front of his shirt and waiting for her 
arrival. He got to the station still in his uniform. She should 
arrive there about 4:30. The 4:30 train arrived, and people began 
to unload off of it. He looked and looked and looked nobody yet he 
thought to him self. He could feel himself shaking from being so 
nervous. This is the girl of my dreams, what will I say, how will 
I act??? Questions began to roll repeatedly through his mind. All 
of a sudden he spotted this beautiful blonde woman wearing an olive 
green suit stepped off the train. She began to walk towards him 
staring him in the eye. The eye contact never broke as she got 
closer. She was gorgeous, all of his fears and nervousness had been 
whisked away from his body all he felt now was this great intense 
feeling inside him. He quickly searched her suit for the red rose 
she was also suppose to have worn. There was nothing. How could this 
be... he felt like he had known her forever, it had to be her! But 
then she just walked right past him finally breaking the eye 
contact. How could this be? He waited but she never came... Finally 
someone stepped off the train wearing the red rose, someone with 
grayish colored hair and a face with aged wrinkles... His heart 
broke as his head lowered in the sense that he had lost the war 
of hope in his heart. But this was the woman he was in love with, 
the woman he has written to for 10 years. He couldn't stand her up, 
but he felt like he didn't even know her, like everything had gone 
all wrong. He started to walk towards her. He reached the point 
where she was standing. "Cynthia?" "It is me Jon" He said as he 
stared uncomfortably at the pavement beneath his feet. "I am glad 
you could come, I have been looking towards this moment for a long 
time..." The old woman looked him in the eyes and said "Well I am 
glad you could come to because my grand child Cynthia is sitting 
in the coffee shop across the street wearing a olive green suit 
and waiting for the man of her dreams..."