Luc Beauthoaise, The Hopeless Romantic
Friends, Cupid’s arrow has penetrated my emotional breastplate and pierced my vulnerable heart. I confess, I do not know how the archer of love was able to score a bulls-eye when I strive so hard to keep my feelings in check.
But this time, I know that love has struck true, and I sincerely hope that Cupid’s fletcher has given him a second arrow for Candice, sweet Candice, the new girl of my dreams.
Oh Candice, I know we’ve never met–in person–but when you called me last night to offer me a new long distance package, I knew that we were both dialled in, for love.
Your voice sang to me like a raspy songbird, and instantly I signed up for you like a unlimited calling plan of love. You speed-dialled your way into my heart, and now I’m wrapped up in you like a curly telephone cord around a desk lamp.
Oh Candice, do you believe in fate? With the incalculable combinations of phone numbers in the 604 area code, you still managed to reach through to me! Love is a strange beast, with many heads, and matted fur, but you managed to tame it with a single call. Although your voice spoke of international calling, off-peak periods, and unlimited talk-times, I know that your heart spoke a different message–a message of love. You might as well start billing me now, because love’s long distance charges have started already.
I’m sitting by my phone waiting for you to call again. For I know you ache to reach out and touch someone, and fortune willing, I hope that someone is me.
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