I feel nostalgic. I've been reading stories I've written years ago. Some just silly, but some quite inventive, even developable. But it is funny to find how much you love the characters, even in the silly stories. They have been my friends through the years when I've felt the most alone.
Oddly, I find myself at one of those most alone -moments as we speak. Valentine's is approaching. I have never really cared for that day. This year, it seems, even less. But I hope and wish and wish and hope that later this year I would finally find the place I fit in, that I would find the friends I've always been longing for.
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I must clarify: I have the most amazing friends here in the blogosphere, at least that is how I feel. Even your existence makes my days better, the knowledge of so many similar minds out there.
Oddly, I find myself at one of those most alone -moments as we speak. Valentine's is approaching. I have never really cared for that day. This year, it seems, even less. But I hope and wish and wish and hope that later this year I would finally find the place I fit in, that I would find the friends I've always been longing for.
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I must clarify: I have the most amazing friends here in the blogosphere, at least that is how I feel. Even your existence makes my days better, the knowledge of so many similar minds out there.
2 feathers:
Reading old writings is always a delightful way to pass time. It's funny how a character one has created can seem like such a separate entity, and a friend. :)
Aww, I so want to trek the many miles between us to give you a hug and then share a cuppa or something with you, E. I totally agree: the friends I have on blogger mean the world to me (and that includes you!), but you can't very well carry your computer around everywhere. I do so hope you find a niche. Or at least one kindred spirit that you can commune with tangibly. I am hoping so hard for you. ♥
Reading old stories is one of my favourite things to do on quiet evenings. And sometimes, if I feel I've discovered an old jewel, I set about polishing it.
Dear, dear E. I want to find my place, too. It has been such a long time since I belonged anywhere in the world. But I believe we will both find where we belong and who we belong with. Fret not. x
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