Memory.
#1 of Personal Memories
Once upon a time, I was in a pretty shitty relationship. I'm sure a lot of you can relate. I mean it wasn't all bad, there were good parts too. But when you get cheated on, the good doesn't matter. But I have no ill feelings towards it. In fact, if it weren't for that happening, I might nothave had him walk into my life and sweep me off my feet and show me that I deserve better, and that's exactly what he did. I was still in a relationship when I made a "furry" profile, and started adding a bunch of random people and making new friends on the internet. Eventually, we added one another.Ironically his name caught my eye. "Vikas Wolf." We started talking, just a casual conversation. "HI, how are you?" It led into more conversations, then led to music tastes, then led into mutual interests, then led into giggles and smiles. He was my best friend. He listened to every bad thing that has happened to me, and I did the same for him. We shared our pasts, and our present. We started skyping, and my sadness of being screwed over was being healed. I'll always remember how he watched me cry, and I could see he felt so empathic for me and just wanted to make everything okay for me. During our skype conversations, he started hanging up a sign that said, "You deserve better." He kept being there for me. We exchanged phone numbers and texted. When I took along walk one day, to clear my head, to think about what I should be doing, he texted me then too. He asked me what I was doing and I told him, 'taking awalk, listening to music,' he asked, 'what band?' And I replied, 'Brand New.'And there was yet another band we had in common. It cheered me up a bit. Thenhe told me that he ended up hurting himself on his longboard, and asked if I wanted to see. I thought, 'Not really,' just because I definitely was a queasy person when it came to wounds. But instead I was like, "sure!" just because,secretly, I wanted to see a picture of him. He sent it over, and my heart fluttered in excitement to see him again. But to my surprise, it was his butt!With a big wound right in the side of his buttcheek. I couldn't help but laugh,and grin stupidly. Feeling better, I went back to my apartment. We continued toskype, and share stories, and it became a daily thing. The current boyfriend and I, even though it already felt like we had broken up, officially broke up.I was upset for a bit, just like any normal person after a break up, but I healed quickly with his help, and the reminder that I deserved better. He helped me through a really dark time, and he continued to be there for me. We skypeduntil the sun came up sometimes, and we slowly started falling asleep on skype together. It became a ritual that I couldn't go a day without.
Honestly, I'll remember the very first day I've met him in person for the rest of my life. It was the one day where for hours at a time, my heart wouldn't stop fluttering. I couldn't stop worrying. He texted me previously and told me that along his way, he got hit by a semi on his way here, sending a picture of his truck with a huge dent in the passenger side. Ever since then, I was panicking and just waiting for him to safely make it to my door. I wanted to watch him pull into my parking lot, so I sat a chair out on my balcony, started playing some Front Porch Step (Our song/band), and waited in the chilly night for him. I watched as the cars went by, my heart skipping a beat each time one passed, thinking it's him. I was also waiting for his text, just to have an update to make sure he's safe, and to see if he was close by. And after an hour and a half...I watched as his white Silverado pulled into my parking lot across the street. My heart honestly felt like it soared, and I couldn't breathe. I may have even fan girled a little bit, and quickly ran off my balcony and told my sister to start the video on my phone. I purposefully picked out my shirt that said, "Love never fails" for that day, and I had my sister follow me down the stairs with my video recording. I stopped at the door, and jumped up and down in excitement and asked my sister, "You're recording right!?" because I didn't want to miss this moment. I wanted it recorded so I can always come back to watch it. She replied, "Yes, yes! Go!" And I ran out of the door, attempting to hold my excitement. I could feel myself grinning stupidly, and as soon as he was a couple feet in front of me I lunged for him and wrapped my arms tightly around him. I didn't want to let go. It was around 2am in the morning and I wasn't the slightest bit tired because I was too excited and happy to see him. He said, "You're so short," and I said, "Shut up, you're ruining it!" We kissed, and I almost wanted to cry with happiness. "