Daryn. Daryn. Do you know, I would call you by your real name, but I haven’t yet asked you if I may. Truly, I’d refer to you by the name you gave me when I first asked for it. I don’t know how you feel about your name, really… Save that you’d gotten used to it. Does anyone online call you by your real name?
I remember. The people I was with were invading my personal space. XD I remember how paranoid I was about avatar boundaries, and yes, I was enjoying my hiding place behind the house. You needn’t explain yourself; I can’t remember everything either! D: I remember you saying something when you joined us. I don’t know exactly what it was, but I thought it was pretty impressive. You made clear you were literate, and that was enough to interest me. You brought something up about my sexuality; I asked how you had guessed and you said it was the blushing. I was blushing. Do you remember? My brother. I said David liked me and I think you asked whether or not incestuously, and when I replied, you described it as…erm, “******** cute”? If my memory fails me not?
I don’t remember what else. AH YES! I went on about taking you into my room, turning the lights off and going beneath the blanket. I think you liked that, until I went, “…AND SHOW YOU MY NEW WATCH THAT GLOWS IN THE DARK!” I actually got that from Elly’s signature. Oh my God, that was…! *falls out of his chair in a laughing fit* I think I can imagine how embarrassing that must have been. I’m so sorry! You called me mean, but I think I was too busy laughing to care.
You burnt a hole in the tree. You had pants that “grab your a** just right.” I…didn’t come out from behind the house, and I think you had asked me to sit beside you. But I do remember going up into the tree with you. I believe we went somewhere with that. *smirks*
The two other people I was talking with had simply been talking themselves, left us to do our whatnot. YOU! Fixing your pants behind the bush! I wish I had copied our conversation and pasted it down somewhere. Someday, I’m going to go back through your comment history and look up the first ones I left you. I love you, as well. You know not how furiously I was blushing upon reading this.
I remember something else. One of your first entries. Before you started numbering them as I did. I recall you finding you loved someone, a rebound, and weeping in your shower. There’s something else I noticed. The subscriptions say you have 45 entries, and yet numbered is merely 19. What happened to the others?
P.S. I wait.
P.P.S. I understand. o:
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