and again you saved me
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She came to visit me a month ago.
It was pretty spontaneous, but after we fixed the date, I realized, how much I had really missed her. She arrived Friday night and stayed until Sunday night.
I was afraid, I wouldn´t be able to be a good host. But living with her is really easy. She offered to do the cooking on Saturday, we went grocery shopping together and I showed her a bit of the community I´m living in. The weather was horrendous, so it wouldn´t have made any sense of planning much activity.
We had talked about tattooing ourselves before. So this was basically what we were doing.
It isn´t really smart doing this at home if you´re not a professional! I´m not going to describe how we did it, or what stuff we used. We know it´s not really smart, so please don´t do it! It´s actually pretty hard to do and trust me, you´ll not be satisfied with the outcome!
Okay, enough of the “adult-stuff”...
Anyways, we did it and as she´s the artist, when it comes to painting and stuff, I asked her to do a tattoo for me. I gave her the “canvas”, which was my right hand ring finger and let her choose the colors and off we went...
I never considered myself as a person who knows art, when she sees it, so I trusted her completely. It might not be a new “Mona Lisa”, but I like it. It´s her style. The next time, I´ll give her more space... ^^
She doesn´t judge me for taking the badass sleeping pills, cause she knows how it is to lay in bed for hours. She doesn´t blame me for being a mess after I took those pills and waiting for them to kick in. That´s how it is, how it has been when we met. One day, I´ll have to get through a withdrawal, I know that and I´m sure, she'll be by my side.
My *best friend*, whom I know since almost 16 years now, doesn´t get how desperate the fear and the anxiety can make you feel. She judges me for taking this meds. We talked about it, I told her why I´m on this stuff and still keeps telling me, that it´s not normal. That I´ll become an addict. But in fact, I already am addicted and I´m afraid of the day, I´ll have to cut them off, cause with this f*****g s**t it is so much easier to not go insane.
I hate myself for being the way I am. I really do only have one person, who understands me, who knows the whole truth. My pretty russian-born friend from Vienna. And she just gets it, no questions needed. Just like the way I get her.
To me, and that´s why I posted this in the romance section, this is romance. Romance doesn´t necessarily require love-love, it can happen in a fiendship as well. Romance isn´t about great gestures, it´s about the little things in life.
Like getting asked how you feel by someone, who really wants to hear the answer. Someone, who´s ready to listen to you. Not just ask and dismiss the topic at the very next moment.
Wow, I needed a very big amout of time to write this and this is the third try already... The *first chapter* almost wrote itself...
But now I gotta go, some fanfic chapters are waiting to be written...
I´ll keep you updated on my romance... =)
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