And in despair he thinks....

He is very much attracted to her and the feeling makes him too anxious to see mesages from her. When this feeling is intense and he sends a message to her, fortunately getting a reply, he feels blissed. But these moments are not experienced too often.

He sends a mail and wait for the pop-up saying "you have a new mail". Each time he has a pop-up, he leaves aside all his work and go to inbox, desparately waiting to see whether it's from her - the girl he is looking for?

But to his fortune things don't turn up his way. And in despair he thinks of the ways he can love thee.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

(Originally quoted by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)