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hello, world. from, death

  • Jul. 3rd, 2008 at 3:01 PM
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I saw Fred last night. He appeared to me at the side of my bed. We talked for a little while before he went into my stuffed rabbit. I huged him and we fell asleep like that.

Turns out, last week, on our date, we confessed quite a few things. He had told me that he would change himself in order to keep me. He also mentioned how conserved I was, and how I actually wanted to do some daring things. What he said is true. Sadly.

I miss Robert. Our situation was wierd. I met by him offering me tea because I was sad that no one liked me at the party. I had said, "No one likes me! I'm an ugly frog!" Then he came and offered some fly-tea. Saying, "No, you're not. You're a very pretty frog." And then we went behind a bush to have tea with flies, because we were frogs.
Later at the party, Yasuko, who is like my sister, started begging people for money because she was new and poor. That was how I met Kojin, actually. Anyway, that's beside the point. Yasuko was the life of the party and actually took the party to another block. That was when Robert started acting wierd. Summer and Alexis chased him around trees and bushes to track him down. Yasuko and I were just... talking and sitting on the grass.
Robert ran into a house and Summer went in after him. I started following after a while, Yasuko not too far behind me.
When Summer came out she said Robert wanted no one to go in; he wanted to be by himself. So, being as bold as I am in that world, I entered the house. I saw Robert in a corner next to the bed. He shouted, "Get out!" at me and I flinched. But, knowing him, I went closer. We talking for a while about stuff and I made sure to choose my words carefully. Very carefully.
That was when he confessed. He liked me? I was speechless for a few minutes and I guessed he thought I had rejected him because he said sorry. I had told him to give me some time, like a week or so.
During the course of the next week, we went to rallies with his friend Firecat, and watched people race cars. There was this one incident, this girl who was, oh, 16? She was Robert's friend, her name was... something starting with an N. I'll call her Nesis. Nesis was moving somewhere far, and it turns out she liked Robert. I foundout when she said something about how she was first and I was second. The memory of Robert confessing came up and I wanted to smile and say, "He likes me. Not you." I refrained from saying it, of course. A little while after Robert came back, Nesis left.
Over the week, there were people who thought Robert and I were a couple. Over ten, actually. And everytime, I made a big deal out of it. At one point, when we reached the ten mark, he had said, "Is that bad?" I said, "No, it's not." And then we started talking about it.
Near the end of the Summer Festival last year, we got into a big fight. After the Summer Festival, he moved. We were still in a fight when he moved.
I was extremely saddened by this, because I had wanted to tell him that I had fallen for him and wanted to know if he still liked me. Never happened. We haven't spoken since.
I still really like Robert. We were really close. In fact, when I introduced Dawn to him, he thought we were a couple! Ha!

I've mildly moved on. There's a Terry now, who's eighteen and I really like, and then there's a Fred, who's nineteen and I really like and am practically married to. But whatever happens between Fred and I doesn't change anything between Terry and I or Robert and I. Because I love Robert, and that loev will forever last until he returns, and the love I have for Terry will only last until his dies out first. So, you could say I really like three guys right now. Two of which I'm seeing and one of which I am hopelessly in love with.
No, it's not called cheating. Because Fred is more like a sex buddy than anything.

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