I'm sick. I'm hurt. I'm almost in tears. My sister's accross the room making ridiculous noises--being stupid.
I thought of going away but I can't. He doesn't know something's wrong--though he'd figure it out surely if he heard my voice. But over the internet, I am not compelled to convey a tear-choked voice.
An "ok" doesn't have to carry any certain connotation when in an IM window, if it's not surrounded by a :) or a :( or a :p or anything to indicate its meaning.
But he can fix it--though I'm still sick, hurt, and crying. He can make me happy. He can make me love more.