"So here I am sitting, starring at a still picture of a mysterious girl, salvating on words that fly across the screen, rolling down in homage to our narcissism, stroking our love...
...then I laugh to myself, smile coyly at my fingers hitting letters, glance up to see if you are writing to me yet, waiting for the next tidbit of flirtation, the next bit of flutter to fly from the screen to my heart" (Fee von Posa un Meta)
