Mechanical Love

It all started at a strange mailing job. There I would grab the mail as it was closed by the machine we used and placed them in a tray. It was awkward how I would seem to use some kind of mental push and the machine seemed to not close the letters right. I didn't think of it much though as sometimes it didn't work on mental command and was too frequent.
What was strange was the new machine that had arrived a bigger more technical. It was for special mail. This machine was futuristic. But what was strange about it was its keeper, yes a rather handsome guy managing it. Making sure the machines thirst was quenched and keep the dirt off it. What I found rather strange was this connection I had with him. We would look at one another. I would imagine things and he would be one in the same thought. I would roll a bowling bowl in my imagination and he would go and stand by it. It was perplexing I couldn't understand how he was in my mind. Well the connection started as my heart beated oddly hard, and I felt as if I was going to die. I felt it so strong that I was afraid of him walking far away. He had become my substance of life. He had become the ruler of my heart. So there I stood that day and I knew he felt the same. There he grabbed two red cables of the machine and continued to finish the connection we had. It had become not only mental but had been built into this machine which was not only for mail but for reading both our bodies. There our hearts became connected. We had to adjust as we knew we would be far apart soon. So we slowly took steps to separate. We did just that and it worked fine. We had adjusted to being separate. Never speaking a word to him, I communicated to him through my mind and he did the same. He however had a computer that was attached to this machine and there the strangest thing yet happened to me. I saw what was on the screen words that wrote themselves without anyone typing. It was my heart beat, my thoughts were being imprinted on to that machine. I would stop the rhythm of my thinking and heart connected and it would stop but I could still hear my own thoughts that had become quicker. These thoughts on the computer had changed font. When I was angry they would change font and color.Truly a mystery in my life. That machine has shown me that technology has advanced and not everyone knows about it.