Your words speak volumes, and so aptly portray the feelings our favourite ladies have for one another...

Andy:
"A kiss. A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a seal placed on a pact that has already been signed; it's a secret told to the mouth rather than to the ear, a fleeting moment filled with the hush of eternity, a communion that has the fragrance of a flower, a way of living by the beat of another heart, and tasting another soul on one's lips."

Miranda:
"I feel as if I have stared into the sun too long, and when I close my eyes, all I can see is you again and again and again. Your eyes, twin pools of light illuminating my soul, serve as a beacon my heart shall always willingly follow. Vow to me you will never extinguish such radiance, that you will never direct such brilliance elsewhere."

Different but beautiful!

Wow. Um ok. Well done. Speaking words a woman needs, deserves to hear, feel. Language of the heart, the soul, hearts truth. Igniting yhe fire from within that consumes, nourishing and yet is norished. Thank you.

This is such a well-done interpretation of the Cyrano trope! Well played! :D

I really liked it! Loved the language used in it :)

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Out of all your stories thus far, I liked this the best. Perhaps it was the use of the language of romance, or perhaps the heart-wrenching sensations of pushing your loved one towards another person which endeared this little story to me )

Great job!

that was beautiful! a pure pleasure to read

I LOVE it!

I really felt bad for Andy, well until the ending. Then i was like 'Hot Damn! You Go Girl!'

Great story!

brilliant story

thanks