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Oh my god. You love me. This seriously made me well up with tears, this or my period... I can rarely distinguish between my sentimentality or my hormones. Maybe they both are just always there and I am just THAT girl. The one who loves who she loves and loves them like they are cute little bunnies or kitties, fluffy friends, that she can't get enough of... its not my fault. I am just built this way. Odd. I know. Particularly in a world full of apathy and forced non-emotion, and clinical sarcasm and hyperbole and fake selves strewn all about---pinned up on social media so that the whole world thinks its who you are but even you don't know anymore. Except, that is the proverbial you, not you, not me. We know who we are, and well, you know me. And you know that I wear my heart pinned to my shirt, it kept falling off my sleeve afterall. And I just adore you. We are similar birds in a soul way. We recognized each other immediately. And yes, you aren't likely to leave 200 reviews in 2 years...let alone one day...and I am likely, but only for someone who matters to me. I have products I've had for years that I never bother reviewing, things I love even. But, not by people I adore...and so... for you, I'd write 200 more today, except I own everything and I have already reviewed it and IMVU puts limits on me. I am surprised they haven't put a word limit on these reviews yet. I've yet to find the limit, if they have, and let me tell you...I've said a lot in these. However, I digress...I am always digressing. I am a digressor. The official Digressor. Yes. I should have called myself that. Idigress. **Laugh** People wouldn't get it. But you would. And I would. And well, what difference does it make otherwise? So, here I am ... I just rambled right through the tears welling up like a trooper. And you, you my friend made me the most lovely outfit AGAIN! This is one of many in the series of perfectly fit outfits for me. Thank you. Thank you for being the person who understands my spazziness, the sentiment and friendly gesture in writing two hundred reviews, the person who talked to me daily when I was sick and going through a very, very terrible time ... and then I went and fell in love and got my heart broken into ten gazillion pieces, and so I was sick and heart broken, and you... you sat with me in silence and you kept me company. You made me laugh. You let me cry. You listened to me worry myself into a frenzy, and just distract myself from the horror that were the treatments. And I know I didn't carry on about how terrible they were, I just couldn't, so instead I droned on and on and on and on and on and on about him. And you listened, and you never judged me, and you didn't click the x and say godddddddddddddddddd go away. **laugh** You just were there. And you are the kind of person that I feel okay even being around when I feel that down... and that is rare. I am an inside person. I know, I know I am silly and friendly and make jokes, I seem like a social butterfly. But mostly, I'm not. Not really. I can traverse social gatherings well, but it taxes a part of me. I retreat when things feel too hard, feel too sad...I don't want others company when I feel that way. But, you were different. And you saved me so many times during those days. But...I adored you way before then. You are just lovely. You are twisted and hide in the shadows, and you are thorny. You wear your prickly on the outside and everyone thinks you are a bad a$$, but I know better. I know your secret. You wear your heart pinned to you too. You do. But, don't worry, it's our little secret (and anyone reading this, but lets be realistic, *if* they bothered to read my review...they gave up two sentences in...). Thank you for my straitjacket. And for you. I'd have to learn a few more languages to make thank you be enough for us. But, it'll have to do. Along with my ridiculously long, and sappy, period (or sentimentality) induced reviews. Shut up, you love me, too. ;)
Rating:  [5 of 5 Flaming Jalapenos!] |
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