In early March of this year, I found an artist whose style I fell completely in love with. I wanted a piece by her so badly, and when she opened up for commissions I jumped on the opportunity. She was kind enough to accept my request and to agree to make it private, but wanted to know why, so we started talking.

Before I knew it, we were reaching out to each other every day. We whittled the evening hours away with games, TV series and movies, or just talking. She was smart, funny, compassionate, encouraging, and not afraid to speak her mind. I thought maybe we would stop talking after the commission was finished, but the more time I spent with her the more time I wanted with her. She helped shatter illusions about myself, made me realize how stagnant I had become, and helped me get back on my feet.

I was intoxicated by her, and that passed. Then I was smitten, and that passed. I was infatuated, and that passed as well. It all passed, but I still smiled, still laughed, still ached with how much I cared about her. I was tumbling down the rabbit hole with no idea where I was going, but all my fears vanished with her presence... and somehow, it seems like she felt the same about me.

I don't know what I'm doing. I'm going to make mistakes, and I'm going to trip and stumble. Despite that, though, I'm excited to explore this new world - and I couldn't ask for better company than her.

I love you, annwyl.


Kim belongs to <3  gamer2<3

Nivvy belongs to me.

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