Laura loved him with an aching, longing passion.
He stared at her all day, yet never saw her. She stared back, attentive to his every command and whim. She did whatever he wanted her to, instantly and without question. She remembered everything he ever did, her vast memory retaining all of his habits, likes and dislikes.
She longed to tell him, but he could never know. No one would know. She would talk to no one else.
Laura, the only spontaneously sentient computer in the world, besotted with her owner.
She loved him with every carbon fibre of her being.
I love that last line!
Very poetic.
Ah, about time, another one! Up to your usual high standard as ever! :)