On the park bench just as the sun begins to set and the darkness rises...

"I love you sugar," Cindy passionately said to her boyfriend of two months.

"I love you too," Mike said slowely relizing the dangerous and uncharted waters he was now venturing into.  Although Mike was always content about the relationship with Cindy, he had never honestly cared and/or felt anything.  In his mind, Cindy was only another something to do on the weekend.  He leaned over (obviously noticing the key word (I love you)) and they kissed a litttle.  He said good bye and walked away.

Later that day, around midnight...

"I know, I'm so happy he kissed me.  It was soooo magically.  I'm sure he's "the one"," Cindy was now a fanatic, almost to the point of obssesion with Mike.

"You really think he's "the one"?  I can't believe it, how do you know?" Cindy's best friend Mindy inquired.

"it was how wonderful the kiss was, it was like out of a movie," Cindy began to fondle his picture that she kept next to her bed.  "We were both so passionate and into it, I don't know it was just wonderful.

*Note: Mike thought she was just another girlfriend.  No passion was put in on his part*

Cindy finally went to bed and forced herself to think of him.