What I felt like after a good conversation tonight:

[sadrach]

Like wildfire, her words spread through his mind and down to his muscles, lighting every single nerve long the way with blistering, uncontrollable power. His breath quickened, but not as fast as his pulse, throbbing like the drumbeat from some ancient ritual. The words, none in particular, but instead, the thought that they conveyed, burnt

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[nimth1riel]

Wow. I'd almost forgotten what a fabulous writer you are. So an unexpected Internet convo causes a rush of passion in the mind, heart, body, and soul of a love-sick college boy desperately searching for meaning... How grotesquely yet delightfully familiar. Could this be it? Is she the one? The one he's been waiting for? Who is she? Come on, Andrew, you're giving me goosebumps, I must know more. How could you leave this on such a cliff-hanger? Are you trying to kill me? =P Keep me posted, kay?

Nope

[angel_guardia]

I could be wrong, but I would hazard a guess that no, she's not "the one".

Now again, I could be wrong, and if I am, then maybe Andrew will correct me, but then, maybe not.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, though I don't think she's "the one", we may never know the truth ... (wow, pessimism much? -sigh- I need to stop that, don't I? And maybe I should stop carrying on convos with myself on Andrew's LJ ... sorry)

Though I do agree that it is beautifully written, really and truly so. :)