There's been a lot of drama going around here lately! Sorry for not updating when I was a ten year old. I tell ya, man, no one wants to see me as a tween again. I was horrible. I think I made my sister decide to not have kids for another fifteen-twenty years. I really have to start paying attention to what I do when I'm in the Nexus.
It seems that Sav's door has closed again. I hope I hear back from him soon; I miss him and the friends I made there already.
Anyway. This .. is a little hard for me to answer, but only because it's still a little embarrassing to admit to, even if it's been a while* since it's happened. My first love was someone I met while in the Nexus. He was huge for me: he helped me settle in my own skin. He helped me realize that I wasn't this damaged bit of fluff that no one wanted. I am beautiful and smart. People can be and are attracted to me. I'm genuinely likable.
He helped me realize I have to fight my own battles, though he'd be there for me if there's something or someone I couldn't handle myself. He was my first friend outside of my sister. I loved him to distraction, and only part of that stemmed from this initial crazy obsessive love that formed when a friend of mine 'pointed him out'. I haven't spoken to him in what seems like forever* but I doubt he's changed: He's a great man, and I was lucky to have had such a caring friend.
He was my first for many things.
I miss him in a purely platonic sense. I hope he's well.
* Well, we already know time passed weirdly for me while I was gone. Ten years, two months - whichever one floats your boat!
( The rest of the days. )
It seems that Sav's door has closed again. I hope I hear back from him soon; I miss him and the friends I made there already.
Anyway. This .. is a little hard for me to answer, but only because it's still a little embarrassing to admit to, even if it's been a while* since it's happened. My first love was someone I met while in the Nexus. He was huge for me: he helped me settle in my own skin. He helped me realize that I wasn't this damaged bit of fluff that no one wanted. I am beautiful and smart. People can be and are attracted to me. I'm genuinely likable.
He helped me realize I have to fight my own battles, though he'd be there for me if there's something or someone I couldn't handle myself. He was my first friend outside of my sister. I loved him to distraction, and only part of that stemmed from this initial crazy obsessive love that formed when a friend of mine 'pointed him out'. I haven't spoken to him in what seems like forever* but I doubt he's changed: He's a great man, and I was lucky to have had such a caring friend.
He was my first for many things.
I miss him in a purely platonic sense. I hope he's well.
* Well, we already know time passed weirdly for me while I was gone. Ten years, two months - whichever one floats your boat!
( The rest of the days. )