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[26 Apr 2004|02:54am] |
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I'm going to ask him. I don't care how crazy people will think I am. What's wrong with being crazy anyway? As long as it's done out of love it's a good kind of crazy.
I don't exactly remember how long I have been with him. I don't tend to remember things like that. I do know it hasn't been the 'normal' length of time that people probably tend to be together before starting to talk about marriage. But then, since when did any of my life come under the category of 'normal'?
One thing I've learnt in my life is to live for each day. Although I have nothing against people who plan their future, those who know what they want to be doing next year or in five years time, that's just not me. Ok, so I suppose marriage is thinking about the future, but that's not what I mean. I'm talking about the fact I don't see the point in deciding to do things eventually when you can do them now. If you’re sure about something, just do it. If it goes wrong, then it's just another lesson learnt and you can move on. Life is too short. Well maybe not for elves, but for us humans it is.
I just hope that Sean sees it that way. I have a feeling that he might think it's too soon, so I have this whole speech prepared about how getting engaged doesn't mean we have to get married straight away. We could be engaged for years if that's what he'd prefer. I guess I'll just ask him and see what he says. Or on the other hand he could just laugh and think that I'm joking. Yeah he'd probably do that one. I'll have to practice my serious face in the mirror before I ask him then.
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| Waiting |
[12 Mar 2004|02:04am] |
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I'm missing Sean like crazy. Which is probably strange when I haven't known him for that long. But we were at that beautiful stage in the beginning of a relationship when everything is exciting and hormones are raging wildly.
Now it feels like everything has come to a abrupt halt. I've been walking around his flat in a daze. Worried about breaking or losing anything, so that when he comes back it'll all be exactly how he left it. At least I'm still saying when and not if.
All this has brought back so many emotions and memories which I thought I had buried long ago. I know that Sean isn't purposely abandoning me. But I can't help this fear that he's not coming back. Then I'll forever regret not telling him that I loved him when I had the chance. Because I realize that I do now. You only discover how much something means to you when it's gone, as they say.
So I'm just waiting. And it doesn't matter if he's not back in days, months or even years. I'll still be here, always waiting for him.
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[14 Feb 2004|11:47pm] |
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I can't remember the last time I saw another human. Must have been a couple of days ago. When I was first told of this Bordertown place I never realized it would be so....out of the way. I suppose it makes sense that it is. If it were easy to find, then everyone would be there. I take a break, sitting down and perching on a rock as I take out the hand-drawn map and check it one more time. The old man did seem rather drunk when he scribbled this out for me. Maybe he has got it wrong.
I look up and survey my surroundings. There's meant to be two large hills, once of which I'm meant to walk over and the town should be on the other side. Well there are lots of hills. Which one is the right one?
I sigh and stuff the map back into my jacket and check on my supplies. I don't have enough food to continue for much longer. If I don't find this place today, I might have to head back. That thought forces me back onto my feet. I haven't come this far only to give-up. It 'must' be here. I couldn't have gone that far off course. I'm going to hunt down that old man and spill a drink over him if he's having me on.
I'm suddenly pulled from my thoughts by the distinct sound of a car. I quickly jog through the tall grass and try to find where the sound is coming from. I squeal and jump for joy when I spot a car tearing along a road. Roads always lead to somewhere and at the moment it could be anywhere, I don't even care. With a sudden burst of new energy I start running, heading in the direction that the car was coming from.
I'm shattered as I reach the top of the hill but then I feel like I'm floating on thin air as I see what I've been searching for. A town. It must be Bordertown! I almost fly down the hill, hoping that the rumours about these elves are true.
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| Viggo's Bio |
[08 Feb 2004|05:44pm] |
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No-one knows how Viggo spent his first five years of life. Nor has he ever spoken a word about it. He was found playing in a junk yard, dirty and hungry. The man who discovered the boy, quickly took him to social services where they bathed, clothed and fed him. Soon it became apparent that he either couldn't speak or didn't want to. Instead he spent his days in silence just drawing and painting.
They named the boy 'Jack' and put him with a foster family who had experience in dealing with children who had physiological problems. 'Jack' settled in well. The attention and love he received slowly brought him out of his shell and after a few months he spoke for the first time. Informing his foster family that his name was Viggo and not Jack. He still spent most of his time alone just painting and had a lot of talent for a child his age. Social services had a hard time finding a home for the painfully shy boy. But by the time he was eight, his foster family had fallen in love with him so much, that they decided to adopted him themselves. So Viggo finally had a family.
He soon turned into a happy child, worked hard at school and made lots of friends. He still spoke very little and preferred spending time alone with his art whenever he had the chance.
A few years later he went to college and studied art. Got into some light drugs but was a good student otherwise. But he always felt trapped and restricted. After college he worked hard and saved all the money that he could. Then he packed up his bags and decided to go travelling. He said goodbye to his family and thanked them for everything, knowing that he might not ever see them again. And since then he has never looked back.
Viggo has gone to more countries than most people could name and immersed himself in many of their cultures. He cares deeply for those poorer and less fortunate than himself. Even spending two years in jail for attacking a law enforcement officer during a protest about some atrocities going on in the country. The prison wasn't a pleasant place and Viggo learnt a lot about himself whilst spending his sentenced there. Since his released, he has decided to try and enjoy life even more than he was already. Living day by day, never having any regrets.
It was on his travels that he heard about a very special place. A magical place where two Worlds meet. He was told that many of the people who went to look for this town never returned. So Viggo, who is now in his mid 30s, is looking for this Bordertown.
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