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setterspirit · 3 years

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long time no talk, huh?

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the game had gone by agonizingly slow for suna, because now that he knew your name, he wanted to know if you were her, his best friend from childhood. he cheered when it called for it, stayed silent when atsumu would serve (really nothing had changed from high school), and searching for you between breaks, hoping to catch sight of you and maybe, depending on how perceptive you were, possibly ask you with his eyes if he could talk to you. eventually he found you, across the stadium, sitting with tsukishima and mai, cheering for both kageyama and hinata.

komori noticed suna’s actions, raising an eyebrow curiously at the fox eyed middle blocker. osamu caught on and mouthed “i’ll explain later” to komori who simply nodded skeptically and let suna continue to stare at you across the way.

between your excited cheering for two fo your favorite people in the whole world, to tsukishima’s annoyed comments about how loud you were cheering, to mai’s laughs as you continued to cheer, you didn’t notice the eyes on you, though in the back of your mind you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. you were just being paranoid though, right? who would be staring at you? and if they were, then why would they be staring at you? it wasn’t something you could explain, so you just shook the feeling off and continued to cheer.

at the end of the game, tsukishima meets up with the rest of his first year volleyball team, you and mai following behind because he’s your ride. you excitedly greeted kageyama and hinata, giving both high fives rather than hugs seeing as they were still sweaty. then tsukishima claims he’s had enough of socializing with his old teammates, waving goodbye to them and gesturing for you and mai to follow. you and mai quickly caught up with the middle blocker, still speaking quietly amongst yourselves as tsukishima led the way to the car, driving you both home before he too, headed for his own home.

suna had seen you leave, following quickly behind the middle blocker and whispering quietly with mai, but he chose not to follow, rather, he stayed with osamu, komori, and washio, greeting atsumu as he came out of the locker rooms followed by sakusa and bokuto. suna smiled and congratulated atsumu on the good game, rolling his eyes when osamu and atsumu started to bicker, just like the old days. sakusa and komori were quietly discussing who knew what, and washio was simply off to the side, having congratulated bokuto already. suna went to stand next to the other middle blocker quietly, waiting for komori to finish up what he needed to so they could go back to the teams home.

komori had finished soon enough, heading over to the pair of middle blockers, waving to osamu as the trio left, getting into komori’s car to head out. suna got into the passenger seat, having beat washio to the door, the latter cursing at suna for stealing that spot.

as soon as they were safely buckled up and on the road, komori couldn’t hold it in anymore, so he finally asked the question that had been burning his mind since he noticed suna’s actions. “suna, what, or who, were you staring at during the breaks?”

“oh-” suna muttered, clearing his throat in shock, surprise etched onto his features because he didn’t know komori had caught him. “um- well, when ‘samu and i went out to get dinner, we went to this soba shop that this group went to as well, and there was a girl there that looked so familiar... then ‘samu said she was at the game and that he got her name and- well, let’s just say...i may or may not know who she is.”

“what do you mean ‘may or may not?’” washio questioned from the backseat, eyebrow raised questioning despite the fact that suna couldn’t see it.

“well, it’s been- over ten years since i last saw her, i mean she has the same name, and there are some small signs like the way she smiles or the way her eyes twinkle that give off the vibe that it’s her, but...” suna replied, glancing out the window, missing the look komori and washio exchanged from the mirror.

“well, since you know the name, try finding her twitter, she might be on twitter,” washio suggested, suna nodding slowly in agreement.

first, he typed in ‘l/n’ to no avail, then ‘l/n y/n’ again to no avail. his last hope, which was a huge stretch considering a lot of people could have your name in their users, was to try ‘y/n.’ just as he was about to give up on his search, he came across your profile, the handle making his eyebrows crease in confusion. clicking on your profile, most of your tweets were about someone named eito, the same eito mentioned in your bio, at least from what suna could guess. from reading your posts, he found that eito was your child, and that you seemed to treasure him more than life itself, not that he could blame you when he came across some photos of you and the little boy.

continuing to scroll through your tweets, he was about to give up all hope when he came across an interesting tweet...

his heart jumped to his throat as he stared at the tweet. hyōgō, where she used to live before she moved. no, it couldn’t be her, could it? he knew they hadn’t talked for more than ten years, but just how much had you changed since he’d last seen you?

fingers shaking as he pressed the follow button, didn’t catch the quiet question from komori, worry etched into the liberos features when he glanced over to the seemingly nervous suna. rarely had the libero ever seen the middle blockers usually disinterested or lazy facade fall, but whenever it did, it never failed to throw komori for a loop.

suna quickly typed out a message to you, quickly pressing send before he could chicken out and take back his messages. he was terrified for your response, but if you remembered him, if you could somehow reconnect with him, it would all be worth it, nerves and all.

then he clicked his phone off, though his nerves never eased as he waited for your reply. he was so tempted a few times to go back and delete those messages, but he decided against it, wanting to see for himself if you remembered him or not. little did he know you were already at home, curled up and asleep, aiko having put eito to bed.

when you had arrived home, you profusely thanked the teen for watching over eito on such short notice. she reassured you that it was fine and that she loved coming over to hang out with eito. smiling thankfully, you paid aiko for her services, tipping her a bit extra for the fact she was able to come and babysit on such short notice, before she got a text from her parents to say they were waiting for her to drive her home.

then you started to get ready for bed, going about your nightly routine before you got into bed. no later had your head hit the pillow were you out, quietly snoring peacefully. not too long after you had fallen asleep did your phone ding quietly from it’s place on your nightstand, lighting up the dark room with the light from the small screen.

boy, would you wake up to a surprise tomorrow morning.

TALK ABOUT SURPRISES

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fast facts;

fact #1; suna is nervous because it’s been so long since he last saw y/n that he’s not sure if she remembers him or not. not that y/n would be any different. she would be just as nervous if she were in suna’s shoes, if not more nervous.

fact #2; aiko has been babysitting for y/n since eito was a year old. she absolutely adores the child, happy that she’s been able to see the little kid grow up. she was actually the one that found eito when futakuchi had left him at the amusement park. at first she had shaken off the feeling she knew the kid, but upon closer inspection, she found that it was, in fact, eito. she questioned what sort of idiot would leave eito alone at an amusement park until futakuchi had come to get eito. then it all clicked for her. she knew of everyone in y/n’s group, knew how they all were when it came to the little kid.

fact #3; komori has only ever seen suna break down two times, either time not knowing what to do. he usually ends up calling osamu to see what suna needs, as the ex-wing spiker probably knows better what suna needs than he does.

fact #4; y/n has wanted to go back and visit hyōgō a few times since coming back to japan, though she usually gets busy whenever she is able to even think about that, hence the (at first joking) tweet.

✨) summary; l/n y/n is a single mother living with her 5 year old son in sendai. suna rintarō is a professional volleyball player, the middle blocker for the ejp raijin. the msby black jackals vs the schweiden adlers is a game between two of japan’s v league division 1 teams that bring together many old rivals. y/n is dragged to the game by her cousin, tsukishima kei, claiming she needed to get out and do more than just work and take care of her child. reluctantly, she goes along with the usually salty blond — leaving her 5 year old with a babysitter — to watch the game between two of tsukishima’s ex-teammates. suna makes the executive decision that he will be going to the game to support his former teammate and setter, miya atsumu, with komori asking if he could accompany the middle blocker so he could support his cousin, suna readily agrees and they also invite washio to go with them, knowing he’d want to see bokuto as well. a chance encounter at the game of old reunions brings together two old friends and feelings start to re-emerge. follow y/n and suna as they get to know each other again, fend off any unwanted attention, and work through parenthood in “talk about surprises!”

updates every monday!

taglist; @pieckiya @its-the-aerieljeane @amatee @crayonwriting @reblogthatgoodfanfiction @mint-mai @akaashiwife @kac-chowsballs @sugarb0 @bdanie @the-golden-jhope @goodpop9 @navymacaroons @tendo-sxtori @sirachano0dles @seijqhigh @hannahlxu @mattsunsupremacy @winunk @briidge @kageyamasgirl @yongboxerrr @kiyoovmie @elianetsantana @ofmiceandsharks @bokutokita @honeydrip @tycrackculture @madmelle @kitkozume @gushinim @luckypartyranchmug @kenssister

bolded and strike through means i couldn’t tag you!

check out the masterlist to see how you can be added to the taglist! <3

#talk about surprises #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu suna #haikyuu suna rintarou #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #suna rintarō x reader #suna rintarō smau #suna rintarou smau #pro volleyball!suna #suna x reader #suna x y/n

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gothsic · 5 years

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i sentence you to be exposed before your peers...

-- TEAR DOWN THE WALL!

so... once again, i’m floored. i mean, seriously floored.

i could probably say my usual nonsense, which is that i’m amazed, i’m flattered, and i’m even speechless at the amount of love, patience, and just downright kindness i have received since day one. tomorrow marks a month since this blog was opened, and i have to say that it has been one of the best months i have ever had in the tumblr rpc in all my years of rping.

that’s saying quite a lot!

i have to reiterate that i was incredibly worried about how jonathan was going to be received here. but the exact opposite has been true - if anything, you have all welcomed him with open arms, and been incredibly amazing rp partners in every sense of the word. i hope i return the attention you’ve given me thricefold. it’s true that i’m incredibly slow, keep piling on those ask memes and starters, but the real reason is because i just want to interact with you all in some capacity. i highly encourage those of you that have yet to do anything with me to send me something, and i can promise you i will get to it!

but what does any of that have to do with an appreciation post? well, it really is just me rambling about how incredibly honored i am that you all have stayed here through thick and thin despite my slowness. you are all the real mvps! in fact, i wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for all of you wanting to do things with me. really. you have no idea how much of an honor this is, especially considering that this is for an original character rather than a canon one. i just... wow! there i go again, failing to be eloquent!

the graphic above was thrown together tonight because i wanted to get this out this past weekend, but i figured the closer to my one month anniversary the better. that would have been october 1st, so sadly it’s a bit late. however, screw it! let’s throw two special occasions into one! i figured i would call it something different this time, as this is a bigger milestone than before.

so now that part one of this post is finished... let’s get to the good stuff. the follow forever list ( which i personally prefer calling it! ). read under the cut!

THE STARS WHO LIGHT THE PATH FORWARD:

the first up on this list are personal thank-yous to very special people who have made this experience so incredible. all of you have, but these are people i have known for several years, people i have grown close to quickly, or just people i have a lot of things to say to. i’ll probably even say these things to you in private in more expansive detail.

here are my appreciative ( albeit abridged ) comments to the following people:

@pistolbitten: tycho, you’re one of my bestest friends on this entire hellsite and even offline. the fact we haven’t met yet irl is fucking criminal - i hope that in the near future we can, though that might be kind of bad because i think the entire universe would just cease to exist if that happened. but we gotta try, right?? ANYWAY more importantly i want to emphasize that you are doing such a tremendous job with nack. i’m seriously impressed, and i want you to know that the work you’re putting into him is seriously amazing. keep it up because it’s clear to me you’re having a lot of fun. you really deserve it after everything that you’ve gone through in the past few years. you’re my little brother and it’s gonna stay that way! you know how i feel about you, but if you ever feel down, i will remind you again and again. you’re destined for great things, and you’re incredibly strong. but sometimes, it’s okay to feel a little weak. it’s human. you’re human.

@destructiveglitch: farida, i can’t emphasize how glad i am that we reconnected. i want you to know that i really admire the work you’ve put into making cadillac the amazing character that he is. you are seriously an inspiration to this community not only with the positivity you exude, but with the humor you bring to the table and the way you accept people with open arms. i strive to be more like you, and i am so proud to see how far you’ve come since we met a few years ago on this hellsite. you are seriously amazing, and so is cadillac - i cannot wait to see you chase your dreams even further; you’re an inspiration!

@daiteitako + all your other blogs: don i’m really glad we reconnected after i vanished kind of suddenly - again, i apologize for that. however, i really cannot wait to do stuff properly with you, but the most important thing i really want to say here is that a.) you’re incredibly kind, b.) you’re HILARIOUS and c.) your graphics are beautiful. also, i should mention that the dedication you’ve put into making all your muses your own is just stellar. i love it and i cannot wait to see more. i always appreciate our ooc chats and i’m so glad that i get to see your antics on the dash whenever your url pops up!

@dadadaemons: che... che. what can i say. when i came back to the rpc after a couple years of being gone, one of the things i really missed was having someone i could really connect with. honestly? it’s rare that it happens. but with you, it felt pretty instantaneous. i feel really glad to have met you - i feel that we can just shoot the shit whenever, and our muses have quite the relationship. i adore it, and i really feel comfortable talking with you - i hope that its the same for you. basically what i really want to say is that i feel incredibly lucky to have come across your blog and gotten the chance to talk to you, and eventually talk more ooc, i just... honestly? your writing is incredible, a mixture between tragic and comic, and i really adore it. it stands out. it’s you, and it’s unique. this is a little rambly, but i am really amazed at what you’ve been doing with your muses ( especially cherry ) and i cannot wait to see your work in a visual novel-type game someday. with your art skills? it’s bound to happen. you’ve got me to cheer you on!

@czhng: ángel... sends you the cat meme for the 10292373747th time ( you know the one ). just kidding! i feel like in the past week or two, we’ve grown pretty close. our ship has really blossomed into something fascinating and it’s really funny because the lovely people here on tumblr have absolutely no idea what they’re in store for. but better yet, i’m really glad i got a chance to meet you - i couldn’t have imagined how much fun we would be having together! i love sending memes back and forth, and also just talking about our characters, or hearing what you were up to or how you’re doing. while these may be simple things, they mean the absolute world to me. in short, i’m so grateful that i got to meet you, and i hope we can keep being even better friends into the future!

@cardinalrot: burns! you were one of the first people i think i formally interacted with on this blog, and while we briefly knew each other on my ramona flowers blog, i recently started talking to you more in depth ooc and honestly? you’ve made my time here so much better - you’re funny, you’re getting me into a band i barely knew about until i found your blog, and i just adore what’s going on in our group chat. i can’t wait to get to know you better, and better yet, see what ridiculous things our muses get up to as things keep rolling. you’re a lot of fun to be around and listen to, and i love hearing your ideas. honestly? you’re just a bright light on the hell that is tumblr!

@citialiin: basil! what a shock to find out we actually knew each other back in 2015! that was definitely a surprise. but above all, what can i say other than i’m truly amazed by a lot of things that have happened - that ziggy and jo have the relationship they do, that there’s some real stakes involved, and above all things, that your art is truly wonderful! plus, your writing is so wonderful to read - i feel that you really capture whomever it is that you’re writing, and what i love most about you really is that you’re incredibly honest about who you are, and your art manages to reflect that incredibly well. i wish you the best in your future endeavors, and i cannot wait to roleplay with you more! also, of course, chat ooc with you and get to know you better. plus? you, burns and i are truly a cursed trio - it’s great frankly.

@themoralpuppington: the fact that i keep finding you on every blog i make after all these years ( since 2015, can you believe it?? ) is a testament to how much i adore your writing, and just you in general, hayley. i need you on my dash to feel complete, as bizarre as that might sound. your passion for your muses, most of whom are pretty niche, is really a sight to behold. i admire how much time and attention you put into crafting them to be the best they can be, and your enthusiasm and positivity is also a sight to behold. i still remember the thread we had on my old him blog between him and dot, and that was probably one of the best threads i ever had with someone to this day - can you believe that? the point i’m trying to make here is that you basically make tumblr a better experience for me, and i’m sure many others - you are an amazing person through and through!

@luckblues: kat what could i possibly say about you that i haven’t already? you were there from the beginning, and on all your blogs we had some form of interaction - usually of the comedic kind. our conversations ooc have also been immensely hilarious to read, and the thing i really enjoy is hearing your thoughts on how your muses would react - not to mention whatever posts you make on your blogs, ooc or ic. i’m very glad i got to meet you, and also interact with you because your writing is just so much fun! you always put so much work into your muses and it is seriously an inspiration. keep up the amazing work, and i hope we can get even closer over time!

@toooldforgermany: hannah! i’m really surprised we found each other again - i remember just recently how we were trying to remember which of your many blogs we interacted on, and when we finally did, things slid into place. it’s true that i don’t really talk as much as i should, but what i do have to say about you is definitely truthful: you’ve really dug into what makes arthur such an interesting character, and i mean it when i say you made me more interested than i already was in we happy few. one of these days, i’d like to watch you play it - the clips you’ve shown me have been really something special - and i can see why you’ve put so much time and effort into getting him as close to the source material as possible. that in it of itself is admirable. what you’re doing is really special, and i can’t wait to see more, both with what you do next, and what our muses do next!

THE STARS I NOTICE IN THE DISTANCE, WHO TOO HAVE LIT THE WAY:

these are people whom i have known for several years, and want to continue to know better. we may have fallen out of touch a few times, but the important thing is that we are reconnected now. all of you listed here are special to me in different ways, and i hope that i can express this properly as i continue to do things on this blog.

@guiltycharge + your other blogs / @heedingcalls / @puckish-rogue

THE GASLAMPS MADE FROM STARDUST:

now these are individuals with whom i have spoken to a great deal ooc, have had a lot of laughs with, or just in general have made me feel at home on this blog. chances are, we’ve interacted too. you have all made this blog special in a way that nowhere else on this site has made me feel before. i am having the time of my life thanks to you all.

@anammxlech / @dcfctivc + your other blogs / @loverslanetm + @aphroditetms / @psychexch / @tricksterfinale / @soughtcryptid + @horrormaestro / @hismanners / @shotbled / @richatire / @demonshe / @rubinsteind + your other blogs / @crimescupid / @crimsxnidol / @sociialpath / @pennepenned / @lovelypillar / @arizonadirtbag / @jihoney / @macabreatlas + @deathwitness / @innosen / @barbiemov / @charismastatic / @voieur + your other blogs / @flutterid / @maljefe / @spacymuses / @ryusci / @bledthrice / @bellecosebabe / @bestvictim / @bentme / @spectrisbound / @starlyht / @griefkept / @vortship / @necroticlimb + your other blogs / @gothicbite + your other blogs / @thegothfiles / @wretchedgoth / @hisnote / @dethrocuted / @justverdict + your other blogs / @stagekiller / @scarwritten / @plasticlioness / @ecentrici / @prdghtr / @drstmbrg + your other blogs / @espercr / @juvenileterror / @putrifyre / @9livin / @saturnincs / @batzie / @deceitfame / @princeternal / @autoptes / @empaethies / @vodkaraised / @censer / @maestrodarte / @ensular / @elleomet / @smallmoss + @heylincorporated / @eoleolhan / @pseudogaiety / @byerszombie / @toendwar / @rivalrus / @giftblessd / @girlrued / @godmeld / @russianllterature / @consultingsister / @desxderium / @aemiliiu / @infiltier / @yoursmary / @svperposition / @friendsfought / @reapinghook / @blossomingbeelzebug / @levyosn / @slashhers / @promdevil / @fvvckcff / @fuckingvictus / @killfame / @dnbrough / @nailfanged / @hellionrot / @hyacinthsgirl / @panamastayed / @shelcved / @spllcat / @battleridge + many many more !

THE HOMES ALONG THE STREET WITH THEIR LIGHTS ON:

the following individuals are those i watch from a distance, have yet to interact with, or admire their writing in some fashion. all of you are a joy to have on the dash ( and be mutuals with ), and i hope that we can one day do something together.

@animalcontrol / @atlantisking / @herbounty / @hxgure / @scaeld / @snowinabottle / @soleiltm / @strxnzo / @cultkiid / @clownin / @clownwork / @corpsemade / @demonwield / @orhabit / @demonicarchitect / @etrefurieuse / @unstabletm / @bulletmailed / @wordseen / @deadlcrd / @dojiryu / @garrotejima / @gothamcartel / @devilsitter / @imparist / @voicehost / @voidvoyeur / @evilwiithin / @thatcertainnight / @azircphcle / @biblicael / @ribmcde / @warwronged / @actorkills / @fourrarri / @fosterskeeper / @vicemirrored / @vmprwtch / @peacefulapostle / @honorborn / @wargod / @wonwars / @waywardsignns / @inorationis / @deathscorned / @ncisepcllution / @lycanlead / @hauntediris / @tommyhtm + your other blogs / @phantomally + your other blogs / @abisnorida / @frstpearson / @nytchld / @agentbeyond / @scouscr / @vplameni / @monikalone / @sheslayyys / @sheflirts / @skllington / @skeptus / @ultraviolentis / @greyheroes / @outlawiism / @doefied / @conseille / @seeksghosts + your other blogs / @forsesti / @blacklistcr / @betterhealing / @bowitched / @bonewitchery / @theednygma / @conseille / @soliswrote / @rebelstwo / @divisus / @diversifiedpersonas / @hisband / @grcndel / @dnawield / @soypeor / @talewoven / @yblchth / @halloweeenies / @coldslayers / @iilvecchio / @discandi / @beelzbvb / @snipare / @brenheir / @johtei / @pastfound / @necrogal / @necrophagic / @neonglowed / @halvtblod / @maskedform / @enkaioni / @deddomun / @knifewields / @kerflooey / @likespooky / @happymediium / @happykcd / @vladdad / @endheir / @curdledmiilk / @firstdraper / @thcfreak / @revengah / @lcstrega / @strlcss / @strigct / @hanahakioni / @mortuiflores / @bozojesus / @madeherchoices / @madburnishdetroit / @apostleled / @wiltpetals / @scmperviren / @rainbowsongs / @powertook / @mortiiicia / @mortuam / @macebre / @pestilencepriest / @huntsaliens / @huntpyre / @dptysns / @theppgs / @thicktville / @citylives / @cadaever / @jcinthedance / @jesteriina / @jehstr / @jenasil / @occultspecialists / @exorsista / @aislinqs / @gwaed / @obsessicn / @confcssed / @enravaged / @morbosi / @alwayscutoff / @personsuited / @edgecutting / @heaimed / @clownlike / @warjournal / @selfbest / @shekore / @senoyer / @nuiweion / @slayscryptids / @footagecaught / @toshapeshift / @eyeswaps / @eyedented / @crysbeckett / @4-6-4-1-9 / @gothsrot / @witchbonds / @vctivus / @realityrot / @realcomedian / @wulventyr / @montanaerobics / @sexwins / @coucheravec / @snapsbeast / @ordinryman / @deathtaught / @edhelgund / @herheal / @heavensdecay / @gumihc / @pestired / @byersmom / @skateshe / @wantlonger / @veiledpeak / @wasben / @apostaet / @girlquaked / @betterthanmorty / @ascotwearing / @witcheking / @yourbloodbelongstome / @omatics / @rcdteeth / @nomither / @prodigil / @prouddov / @obscenesupreme / @roguepiece / @isempath / @babaayaaga / @burglarie / @enruined / @visionsent / @spellfear / @spelltricks / @deadgirldani / @dctorsleep / @dcputyrook / @dcllparted / @huntsighted / @prceteritus / @wildardor / @vigilink / @cupidvvitch / @liftedrelics / @mediocremorals / @heamatic / @heartmiles / @omegles / @motivelacking / @mistoffelous / @bberkman / @blondieat / @starszakrew / @fraudcoded / @thequarrelsome / @deathatyourdoorstep / @egopath / @hariolor / @tolerhate / @useknives / @starleft / @jeanjacketed / @tiimedtm / @wanderlustmuses / @musewritten / @houseofwindows / @magicalshe / @ozwolff / @jigento / @cthlicdevil / @hailiing / @31daughter / @epitideios / @metareview / @fiercemarked / @iceized / @phantomwhisp / @abomichor / @luemiere / @blckaiser / @inqustve / @toheavyn / @atnoctum / @vicemirrored / @thirtnth / @pyoniumyankee / @onlycertainty / @putryd + many many others whom i’m currently following!

i wish i could have included everyone who’s currently following me, but just know that if we’re mutuals, you’re included. these are as many as i could remember, but i want everyone to know that you are all appreciated by me, especially considering how you are all really the ones to thank for making my time here so wonderful! you are all amazing, truly amazing. in the coming weeks, i will do my best to interact with mutuals new and old.

keep your chins held high. each portrayal is special, each roleplayer brings something new to the table, and if you ever need a friend, i am always here for you.

once again, THANK YOU ALL for your support!

SINCERELY, ALEX

#SOMETHING ABOUT YOU MAKES ME WANT TO KEEP YOU IN MY LIFE. - BIAS LIST.#( i made this promo graphic like........ last week )#( or actually earlier this week and then i HAD TO REVISE IT WHAT THE FUCK )#( I... WOW )#( falls back on my bed as i go back to writing starters and ask responses AHHH )#( im gonna announce the q & a as well... perhaps ill do that sunday )#( ANYWAYS HAVE THIS )#( i tried to get as many as you as possible so... forgive me... )

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universally-the-same · 4 years

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Body acceptance and shame

For those of you who have been following me for a while, you know that I’ve been working on self-love and self-acceptance for several years now. And in that time, I think it’s fair to say that I’ve grown in leaps and bounds in this area. Especially the area of self-acceptance.

For those who don’t know, for most of my life, I have been incredibly self-critical. Learning to let go of such extreme levels of perfectionism has felt so huge. And it IS huge! But recently, I’ve felt an even bigger shift in the self-love department. And while I feel that self-love and self-acceptance certainly fall into this shift, I think it would be more fitting to refer to this shift as body acceptance, because frankly… that’s what I’m talking about.

BODY ACCEPTANCE It’s a tough topic to discuss and one that I still feel pretty damn vulnerable putting out there to the world, but I think it’s an important topic. Recently my neighbor was nominated for a community award and the local news came out to do a story on him. I immediately agreed to be part of the story because he’s a great neighbor, I was excited for him, and I wanted to support him.

Later that night, all the mind chatter started. I started worrying about how I would look on camera. I don’t know if the rest of the world has this reality, but when I look in the mirror I see a very different person than who I see in photographs and video footage of myself.

The big day came and at that point I had pretty much talked myself out of participating but that morning I decided to “get ready” just in case. Mid-morning, I heard a knock on my door. It was his wife letting me know that if I wanted to be on TV now was the time. I admitted to her that I was scared, but she got me to come out anyway.

The journalist and camera man had us interact in different ways, but when all was said and done I didn’t feel very secure about the end result. At one point they had me up on my front porch while the camera man was filming from the ground. I mean… I know from my own experience that that happens to be one of the least flattering angles to be caught at. But at this point, it was what it was, and it was just a matter of seeing how they put it all together.

I worried about telling people about the new-story because I was afraid to have them see it before I did, but in the end I decided to put a post on Facebook the night before it aired. My logic to this decision was (a) the story is not about me, it’s about him, (b) the people I know, know what I look like… probably better than I do, and (c) I love my friends and family regardless of their size, color, race, gender, etc. So in theory, shouldn’t they love me in the same way?

The day of the story, I waited filled with equal emotions of anxiety and excitement, but the story never aired. We never got an explanation so we figured they decided not to run it, and that it wasn’t meant to be. The following week my neighbor messaged me that they would be running the story later that week.

I sat down to watch the story, curious to see how they edited the piece and put it all together, but terrified to see how I would look through the lens of the news camera. It turned out to be a sweet little feel-good piece, and as I watched it, it was as if I was observing the piece from another person’s eyes.

The story engulfed me, and “that girl” was just a small piece of it. I didn’t judge or criticize the girl I was seeing, and I was shocked to experience body acceptance on that large of a level. I was in such disbelief that I didn’t hate what I saw, that I actually backed the story up and played the frames I was in, in slow-motion in a really fucked-up attempt to find something to criticize.

And this was the only part of what aired that I didn’t like. I became angry that my first reaction upon feeling body acceptance was not to simply accept the fact that I was actually accepting myself, but that the natural inclination was to go back and try to find something to tear myself down.

And I will admit that while viewing the story in slow motion, there was a moment of uncertainty in my mind when I reached in to give him a hug. You could see my side profile and my clothed belly. But in that moment, instead of being repulsed, or disappointed, or ashamed, this little voice sounded in my head telling me… “it’s just a belly”.

A realization that hit me so hard and still has me reeling. It’s just a belly. We all have one. They come in different shapes, different sizes, different colors. But… we all have a belly.

I had a similar experience in yoga class the other week, but I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time. It wasn’t until the news story opened my eyes that I now see the importance of it.

In yoga we are constantly transitioning into different poses. I wear a long t-shirt to help prevent exposed skin, but inevitably it ends up happening. Every time I realize it, it’s feels like I am committing this horrible sin. How dare I expose a 1″ x 4″ strip of skin to my classmates. God forbid, you know… because, “I’m a big girl, and big girls aren’t supposed to show their fat. No one wants to see that, even if it is by accident.”

Well, the other day I was in yoga class and I had just got done transitioning through some warrior poses that required a lot of stretching, reaching, and folding at the waist. My shirt inevitably inched its way up. I caught sight of it in the mirror and for the first time I wasn’t mortified by this. It was another moment of… it’s just skin.

And after sitting with the impact of the “it’s just a belly” statement, I became more receptive to the lesson behind the “it’s just skin” comment that I had heard in my head. Similarly to the belly, we all have skin. Again, it comes in different colors. Some skin is tight and toned, other skin is flabby. Some skin is decorated with freckles, or stretchmarks, or battle scars. Some skin has sun damage, while other skin has been alive for decades. But in the end, it’s just another body part that makes us human. It’s a showcase of individuality in a way that makes us universally the same.

SHAME I don’t know if it’s the optimist in me, but while growing up, I was able to see good parts of myself, but I never liked my body as a whole. I thought I had pretty eyes, I liked my larger breasts, and at some point I started liking my legs.

But there were so many other things that I didn’t like. I hated the rolls around my middle, I hated that my thighs touched, my hair was 85% straight with a 13% wave and a 2% curl. Part of the 2% curl were the cowlicks that made up most of my bangs and would transform into devil horns whenever I would sweat or it was humid. I also had these two teeth that looked like tiny fangs. As my teen years progressed, I was hit with acne. It was just one body image issue after another.

Looking back on it now, I think a lot of it is the growing pains that probably everyone goes through, but I was one of those kids who was teased a lot in school. I went to a small grade school (K-8). My graduating year there were nine of us in the class, seven of which were boys. While I am grateful for my parochial school upbringing, there is always good and bad in every situation. Yin and Yang.

While the small class size was great for teacher-student attention, I believe it emphasized the cliques even more strongly. The pool of kids to pick on was much smaller, so it was easier to become the target. Between the bullying, and the physical and mental abuse I was going through at my mother’s house, I became very good at trying to blend in. That’s what you do when you are ridiculed for being yourself. I learned to adapt to my surroundings and situations. But this also shattered my confidence.

Looking back on pictures of me at that time, I’ll admit that I was bigger than the other kids, but I wasn’t fat. I didn’t know that at the time though. I believed all the name calling. At that age, why wouldn’t you? I mean from that perspective, I can remember feeling that if people didn’t want to play with me, and were calling me names… there must be something wrong with me.

I now know this isn’t true, but back then it was very hard to believe that. Especially when your mother is telling you the same things the kids are. Luckily my father was always a source of love. But he was concerned with my weight too and although his concerns came from that love, the fact that there was concern in the first place just further reinforced it.

As I’ve been going through this intuitive eating journey, and trying to reconnect to my emotions, one that I was having a hard time relating to was shame. It felt like such a foreign thing to me, until I saw myself on the news. During that moment of true, authentic, all-in self-love and being secure with my body for the first time since I was probably six or seven, suddenly I realized that I had been living my life in shame. As strange as it sounds, the reason I couldn’t identify with it, is because it was something that became such a part of me.

Earlier this year, my therapist and I discussed the possibility of some deep rooted subconscious self-worth issues. Thinking back on all the times I tried to make myself smaller so others wouldn’t see me, or how I would apologetically move out of people’s way – not simply for the sake of being polite, but because I felt that I was taking up too much room. Every time that I wanted to speak up for myself but wouldn’t open my mouth because I was afraid of being heard. Every time that I allowed myself to follow the crowd because I didn’t want to draw more attention to myself for being different. Nor, did I have the confidence to be different. In all of these circumstances I gave away my power. And in all of these circumstances it was based on shame and never believing that I was good enough.

And while we are on the subject of shame, I want to acknowledge that the stories we tell ourselves based on the stories told to us by others constantly feeds that. Based on conversations I’ve had with people (various doctor’s, physical therapists, and other professionals) I’ve been led to believe that my arch/tendinitis issue and my knee issue are both based on my weight. But the other day I was looking at pictures of myself as a teenager (the point where I was the skinniest and most fit I’ve been in my life).

As I sat there looking at the pictures, I started seeing the same patterns in the way I hold my body as “skinny person” that I do as a “large person”. Would losing weight help? I’m not saying it wouldn’t. But here I’ve been telling myself that it’s because of my weight that these things happened. When in reality my body was showing the signs of the issues back then.

Finding those pictures and remembering back to that age, I truly believe that these issues would have sprung up anyway. The weight may have intensified it, or possibly triggered it earlier, but I’ve been able to release that story from my head which has allowed the self-acceptance to grow a little more.

I think we so desperately want to have answers for everything, that we automatically believe stories that are told to us. Especially when they come from sources that are reputable, or people we trust. I’m not trying to discount people in the medical field, but this realization made me stop and think. Doctors, and everyone really, they all make their assumptions based off of a meeting with you. It could be a 15 minute appointment in their office, it could be someone that you see once a week like a banker, someone you see every two months like a hairdresser. It could be someone you talk to everyday – a close friend or family member.

And while all of these relationships are important in one way or another, they are not with you every second of the day. They are not living in your body. More likely than not, they haven’t known you your whole life. And while their insight and their feedback in important, we need to remember that in the end, we need to make decisions about what is best for us, what we believe, and the stories that we will tell ourselves based off of what we actually know.

Don’t get me wrong. This is hard, and probably a lot of times, we aren’t necessarily going to know what is best for us, or what we believe. So the best thing we can do is go with what we feel is the right thing in this moment. But that doesn’t mean that it’s over. That choice is not final. By staying open-minded and aware, we can still allow ourselves to take in new information. We are allowed to change our minds, to change our beliefs, and to change our stories.

One thing that this weight loss journey has taught me, especially as I’ve been reading though old posts lately, is that every time I made a decision, I did what felt right in that moment. I currently believe that every diet that I’ve been on, I was meant to be on. I believe that by living through my collected experiences, it has helped give me personal knowledge to understand this world of intuitive eating and be able to grasp some of the concepts better.

I also believe that I was born in this body for a reason. I’ve always believed that everything happens for a reason, I’m sure this is one belief that will stand the test of time. And throughout my life, I’ve said multiple times that I struggle to lose weight for a reason. I had no idea what that reason was, or why. But I feel like the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together and it’s all making sense.

I believe I was put here to understand and help other’s see that diversity is not just about race, gender, age, or ability… it’s about size too. In a world where we are pushing to celebrate individuality, we need to realize that body size is just as diverse as skin shades.

*this blog post was originally posted on my My Curvy Journey blog on 6/29/2019 and moved to my Universally the Same blog.

#be you #body acceptance #body awareness #body diversity #love yourself #shame

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grounders-pounder · 7 years

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5 Times Alex learns something about Maggie.

Okay guys, so, this is my first fanfiction ever. I wanted to post one for a really long time but never had the courage or time to do it, university takes up a lot of my time and energy. English is not my first language and I don’t have a beta. Anyway...here it is...Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

Maggie has siblings.

Alex was not stupid.

She was an agent and she was trained to analyse the body language, so she came to understand- in the few months she had known Maggie- that talking about her family wasn't something that her girlfriend did easily, if at all.

At first she didn't understand why but after Valentine's day she got it and Alex didn't push. She knew that Maggie would come out of her shell on her own, without pressure, and, indeed, there were times when Maggie would reveal a little bit of herself to her. Most of the times it would happen naturally, after a night out with the superfriend or after dinner with Eliza.

It was after a sisters' night that she learnt Maggie had siblings.

“Kara really likes you, you know?” Alex said while getting into bed.

Maggie reemerged from the bathroom, turning off the lights. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. She let you eat the last slice of pizza. That's like the official welcoming in the family”

Maggie laughed and laid on the bed, scooting toward Alex whom immediately opened her arms for her.

“Dinner with Eliza and J'onn's interrogation weren't enough?”

Alex scrunched up her face “Nah, those were just standard procedures” she kissed Maggie's temple.

“Mon-el isn't going to survive either of these things right?”

Alex made a disapproving sound “If he keeps being a jerk, he won't survive me”

Maggie smiled, face full of dimples “Sister mode activated”

“Oh, you bet. Kara deserve the best” Maggie nodded along Alex, little Danvers was too good to be with little spoiled prince.

Silence embraced them,a comfortable one. Maggie's head resting on Alex's chest. Their breathing the only sounds in the room.

“I have a sister...”

Alex raised her eyebrow and looked over at Maggie. “Oh?” was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

Maggie sat up, facing the redhead. “...and a brother. They're both older. They always made fun of me because I was the smallest thing ever when I was a kid” she said, a sad smile on her face.

Alex smiled, happy that her girlfriend was sharing a part of her past with her “You still are the smallest thing ever, Sawyer”

The brunette rolled her eyes but she was smiling too “Shut up Danvers”

“How were they?”

“Oh my god! My brother was annoying as shit, his name is Robert. I remember he was always trying to sneak out of the house, my sister too,but she always succeeded and he always got caught. Her name's is Nathalie, last I heard of them Rob was still studying to be a lawyer and Nat wanted to be a doctor”

Alex could see the sadness in Maggie's eyes. She held her closer and kissed her head “Did you ever think about calling them? Reconnect with them?”

Maggie sighed “I did think about it but I was too busy trying to make a living for myself without a family by my side, they didn't even try to fight my dad so... plus you know I am too proud to be the one to call them after all this time”

Of course Alex knew, but she also knew that, like her sister, Maggie too deserved the best.

“So a cop, a doctor and a lawyer...sounds like a bad joke”

Maggie laughed,a smile on her face as she rested her head on the pillow “You bet”

Maggie lived in Gotham.

“I think that having Guardian is going to be good both for Supergirl and the city” said James turning back around to face the table after watching the tv.

The news of yet another successful intervention of Guardian was all over National City.

Alex rolled her eyes, James couldn't be more obvious if he tried “Of course you do”

The alien bar was slowly regaining its spark, it hadn't been easy but it was starting to get better. It got more crowded every night and that put a smile on Maggie's face and consequently on Alex's too.

“ You don't agree?” Winn took a sip of his beer.

“I just think that Supergirl is more than capable of taking care of criminals all around National City”

“I'm not saying she isn't. I'm just saying that Guardian can help too”

Alex opened her mouth to answer again but was interrupted by Maggie. “I actually agree with Olsen over there”

Three pairs of eyebrow raised up at the same time. Maggie found it impressive “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean when I was in Gotham, Batwoman was a huge help for the police much like Guardian in National City” she pause and took a sip from her beer “plus she was hot” she added with a smirk.

“You lived in Gotham?”

“You though she was hot?”

Maggie's eyes went back and forth from Alex to James. “Well,yeah...”

“How was it?” asked Winn.

“ Way darker than National City for sure. Lots of criminals too. You would put one behind bars and two more would pop out but as I said Batwoman helped a lot” she winked.

Alex narrowed her eyes “And tell me, Sawyer, did you work closely with her?”

James and Winn looked at each other ”Uh oh”

Maggie smirked “You can say it was a cooperation between the police and her.” she took a little pause to take another gulp of her beer then continued “like the d.e.o and the police here”

“So like you and me?” Alex was leaning more and more towards Maggie. A threatening look in her eyes. The brunette smiled, she got what Alex was hinting to.

“Well, no” Alex sighed, Maggie smirked “She didn't lend me her laser gun”

Needless to say Alex made her pay for that comment that night.

Maggie loves hickeys.

“Maggie?”

The brunette sprawled on the king sized bed gave her a little mmh, eyes still closed.

“Wanna explain why I have a huge ass hickey on my neck after I explicitly told you not to leave any?” Alex said, inspecting her neck in the mirror.

“Because I love giving them and your neck is just perfect for them?”

Alex came out of the bathroom and walked toward the bed “How am I gonna hide these?” a finger pointing to her neck.

Maggie rolled over and answered with an adorable smirk on her face “C'mon, you have that polo shirt that covers most of your neck! You'll be fine!” she finished laughing, her eyes fixed on her work. A proud look on her face.

Alex narrowed her eyes “You think this is funny?” her feet carrying her closer to the brunette, still laying under the cover.

Maggie bit her lips “No?”

Alex shook her head “Oooh, I'm so gonna show you-” she didn't finish her sentence. She jumped on the bed and started tickling her girlfriend, straddling her and keeping both of her hands in a safe lock.

“Say, you're sorry!”

“stop! Ahaha...” Alex laughed with Maggie, the wiggling brunette trying to escape her solid grip.

“Say it!”

“okay!okay!I'm sorry,I'm sorry!”

Alex stopped immediately but didn't get off of Maggie who was too busy catching her breath to notice the glint on her girlfriend's eyes.

Alex gave her a kiss on the nose and the one the lips. Maggie tried to deepen the kiss but Alex pulled back and with a quick move she pinned Maggie's hand over her head.

“Wha-?”

“Now it's my turn Sawyer” she laid her lips on Maggie's neck and got to work.

Maggie loved giving her hickeys but so did Alex.

Maggie is lonely (and lovely)

Alex couldn't possibly know how it must feel to be thrown out of your house. Sure, Eliza and her disagreed most of the times but her mother would never thrown her out and the more Alex thought about what happened to Maggie, the more she got angry.

Alex had seen the way Maggie looked at her and Kara when they hugged, noticed the melancholic smile that crosses her face - for just a second - when Eliza invited them over for dinner.

Even her own apartment was surrounded by some sort of melancholy which was weird because Maggie was so alive and vibrant and lovely.

“Don't you ever miss them?” Alex asked one night. They were cuddling on the couch, the tv only a distant sounds in the background, a documentary on some “nerd stuff she liked” as Maggie called it.

“Who?”

“Your parents. Your family”

Maggie lifted her head to look at Alex. She took a deep sigh and took her previous position and Alex started stroking her hair. She smelled of lavender and home.

“Sometimes” her voice was a little rough but Alex didn't say anything. “It was harder when I was in Gotham or when I was still training to become a cop.” she stopped for a moment and Alex thought that was going to be the end of it but then she continued. “I always wanted to make them proud so when all the work I had done started to have some kind of pay-off my first instinct was to call them but I never did.”

“I'm so sorry, Mag”

“It's not your fault, plus my aunt was amazing. She was my best friend” Maggie took a deep breath “It just... it was hard not to have the people who are suppose to love you unconditionally celebrate all the little victory you conquer in your life”

Alex kissed her head, the idea of a little Maggie confused and alone made her chest hurt.

“I'm very proud of you, you know?” she said.

Maggie lifted her head up “Of me? Why?” she asked confused.

“Even if life has tried to bring you down since you were a teenager you turned out to be one of the most caring and kindest person I know” she said looking into her eyes.

Maggie gave her an embarrassed smile and diverted her sight, not really believing her. Alex put a hand under her chin so that Maggie would look at her.

“You are” she kissed her nose “Even if you think otherwise” she kissed her lips.

Maggie scrunched up her nose. “You flatter me Danvers”

Alex laughed “Naah, it's all true. Flattery would be me telling you you are a great pool player”

Maggie laughed and pushed her playfully, the dimples Alex loved so much showing up on her face.

“Shut up”

Maggie is reckless.

Now that would be something that she thought she had learned from the first moment she saw her. The way she had confronted her and later the way she had put down that red head alien made it pretty clear that Maggie was unafraid.

But Alex also learnt that Maggie was passionate about the people she cared about and passion and love really didn't mix up well. She would know, she flew an alien pod into space to rescue her sister...

Until then Alex had to worry about only one side of the spectrum. She was always the one doing the saving and she was the one that took care of people, not the other way around. and she was fine with that. She grew up that way...

And Maggie was just like her. She got into the action without thinking about the consequences because she cared and that, for Alex, was something entirely too terrifying. And new. Definitely new.

It all happened pretty fast.

The NCPD and the DEO were together once again to fight a criminal bands of alien that had taken hostage a small group of people.

Maggie's captain was trying to negotiate the release of the civilian but unsuccessfully. Alex saw her sister coming from the sky and landing near J'onn. Supergirl's entry caused panic,Alex saw Maggie shelter behind a police's car and then starting to shoot.

Alex then focused and fought one,two aliens putting them down. Then she felt her name being called, she turned around but didn't have much time to understand what was going on before being throw aside, Maggie's body blown away by a laser gun.

Alex really started to hate laser.

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When, finally, the mess settled down and the aliens got arrested, the wounded were taken to the DEO, Maggie, still unconscious, was one of them.

Alex sat on a chair next to the bed, where her girlfriend was resting, one hand held Maggie's left. Her breathing deep and steady.

It was another hour before Maggie opened her eyes. Alex was instantly by her side, stroking her hair.

“Hey”

Maggie smiled tiredly “ Hey”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I've been hit by a car”

“Right, that would be because you hit your head pretty hard when you fell”

Maggie rolled her eyes “Just my luck” she touched her throat and before she could say anything Alex was already giving her a glass of water. “Thanks”

She drank it all. “How long have I been asleep?”

“A couple hours”

“Did you eat?”

Alex sat beside her on the bed “No”

Maggie watched her intensely “Let me guess, you haven't left my side since I've been here”

Alex sighed “What it is Alex?” Maggie took her hand.

Alex watched their fingers interlaced together. “I just...I didn't like seeing you hurt. And I got scared and you shouldn't have done what you did”

“What? My job?”

“Stop. You know what I mean. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself”

“You don't think I know that?”

Alex looked up at her then. She took in her appearance, her eyes heavy with the weight of the day.

“Alex, I know damn well that you can take care of yourself but that doesn't stop me from worrying about you. I care about you, I...” she stopped and when Alex looked at her she continued with a trembling breath “I love you, I will always worry, that's how it is. You worry about me too and you would have done the same for me so stop pouting and come lay beside me. This mattress is killing my back.”

Alex huffed, her eyes tearful. She laid beside Maggie.

“Just so you know, I love you too” she put her head on Maggie's chest, the beating of her heart a sweet melody.

“I know , Danvers, I know”

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hitachihanoi · 5 years

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August burned off and my additional friends arrived from college or university. I had graduated a . half-year earlier during the cold months, but now the full crew acquired caught up. Considered one of my good friends from high school came residence and asked me to attend a DISTINCT VARIATIONS . with her. That’s wherever I met Jim. My initial attractive force to him was purely physical. He was c-u-t-e. Then, the circle of friends suddenly began to meet constantly. The more I leaped into this Jim dude, the more I actually liked him. Maybe however ask me out. Probably . Delay. No . Simply no, no, not any, no .

The good news is moment in every area of your life when you have to assess if you’re going to leap off the high cliff. For some people, it means taking a risk at work, or quitting university, or switching cross country. My cliff was Jim, and once I dived cowardlessly, I produced myself really emotionally prone. These quotations perfectly take what it seems like to are in love.

John was quite shy and liked for you to do things the proper way. That designed taking his time just before he asked a girl away. That decided not to really fit in my eye-sight of our marriage, though, therefore i asked for his phone number a single night. The person obliged, are costly we started to text and got along great, he even now didn’t consult me away. A month passed. Then one night, we were getting together with friends and went through the usual dance of talking and flirting till we talked about goodbye. Yet not even a touch of a time invitation. So , I dived cowardlessly off the ledge. I owned to a Starbucks (a distinct one than back in August … just like I reported, a lot went down at Starbucks in the ones days), requested a espresso, and made up a wording.

“So, Now i am just wondering … are you thinking we’re friend materials or more than friend? micron

I continued to wait. And anxiously waited. An hour ticked by. Solely then did I realize I had no stick in the Starbucks and the communication had not also sent. Sleek operator. My spouse and i moved out of doors, the text directed, and an answer followed a short while later. The guy didn’t think this was one thing we should text message about. Could we meet up with sometime that week to talk?

I’ll keep it to themselves the extended beautiful love story that follows. In short, all of us met within a park and took an extended walk. The guy said the person thought we have to develop a stronger friendship prior to we went out with. I explained I was chock full of friends and had not been particularly considering climbing in the beloved friend-zone with him. He did not commit to anything that day, however the next day, this individual asked me away. He proposed less than a 12 months later. Six to eight years in our marriage, I emphasize him frequently that I on their dragged him into the most effective marriage often of us would have ever dreamed up. You aren’t welcome, Rick.

And that brings us back around to the best thing any person has previously done for me personally. Back in the Starbucks parking lot, as being a guy which has a cute accent told me to “kiss numerous boys come july 1st, ” that felt like lowest position of playing. Not considering that he designed to hurt me, but because he didn’t want me personally. What I didn’t realize was that in this moment, Outlined on our site develop the resolve Required to refuse anything less than a deep romance with my next smash.

I discovered an important class that night. That sometimes, for anyone who is not willing to take a associated risk, you don’t find the reward. Therefore , thanks, Starbucks guy. And the way, I did so kiss a single boy that summer. However kissing him today.

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