Luc Beauthoaise, The Hopeless Romantic

My dearest companions, my heart has been touched by a digital angel, a messenger of love who has called upon me and delivered her siren's song.

Oh Amy, the Internet is a dark and lonely cave, but you have struck the match that lights the darkness of my soul.

I am amazed that you found me through the magical matchmaking tool known as ICQ, and sent your message of love to me as though I was truly destined to be your electronic soulmate.

Is it possible that your expression of love and emotion was destiny? Of the 150 million clients of the ICQ message program, is it possible that fate manipulated your packets of love like a lovestruck puppet? I am truly touched by your message, and the sentiments I return to you are true.

I understand that the language of love on the Internet is crude and awash with raw human emotions. So when I read your poetic message of love and it said "young horny virgin looking for hot sex" I knew that it was only the unrefined words of the Internet, and that your true words must lay hidden inside that true message for love.

Amy, I share your feelings. I am ready to commit my soul for your judgement. And thank you the Internet, for weaving the fabrics of chaos into a tapestry of love and understanding.

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