I would not say she is either of our circles. I met her by accident at the festival, blending some horrible concoction and selling fireworks. And apparently someone signed me up for the blind date.
Very curious, really, since I'm seeing someone long-distance.
Difficult, but I do love her. We time our facetime calls just right so we can see each other, and we do it at least once a week, if not more. Getting a good plan that covered calls to France was important.
I do miss being close to her, though. She was always the stronger of us, I think.
I can admit that it's been very hard at times. I wish to be with her again, and the loneliness gets to me. We can't travel to see each other yet, and I'm saving up to help bring her here one day.
It's the hope of the future that helps. We won't be apart forever.
So you're staying in the states for good? lol why were you calling yourself weak. Moving to a different state sucked enough, it's hard to picture moving to a different country.
Oh, I never said I was weak, just that she is the stronger of us. It is the land of opportunity, yes? The American Dream. Think of me as one of your modern pioneers.
Perhaps I should buy a bonnet and those covered wagons.
Who is to say that I could not just post it all over the network to deny you that fun? I wonder if it is so odd, to have a dream of making a flower shop of my own to bring my girlfriend to this country. Is it really so odd?
Do you mean like visions, of another place? I don't think those are flowers, Arlene. I've had them too. Once, when I was looking at some new flowers we got from Europe, but once when I was in the Retrospec offices. No flowers around.
Look, I had my face in them when it happened. Wouldn't you ask the same thing?
A man in a black coat, and there were all these rose petals flying around him. He had a hood up and I couldn't see his face but I'm *sure* I know him from somewhere.
It is reasonable, but I don't think they're related. My own vision had to do with the very flowers I was looking at.
It felt too real, like it was a memory you'd forgotten, didn't it? So close that you could swear you knew it, but you had never seen it before in your life?
(There is nothing wrong with a scooter. It is a cheap way to get around, you know. More money for the things you want.)
I understand how you feel a little. Remembering the Alps, remembering some old man I've never seen in my life, visiting Corsica. It was so surreal, no matter how mild. And it felt like there were holes in each vision.
[They both were, a little. And they weren't the only ones.]
Part of me wants to know, but most of me just wants it to go back to normal, for this to be some trick. It is extremely disruptive and confusing after all. Why now? Why us?
I cannot believe that they are not involved. Too many coincidences, too few other possibilities. Only people with this seem to have these experiences.
I admit that sometimes I want to be special, to be important. Like those fanciful dreams of being president, or someone famous. I do not know that I like this sort of being chosen. I do not know what it is I'm seeing. The holes worry me more than what I've seen.
[That, and most of those things she'd seen were normal. Of course the holes worried her more.]
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Very curious, really, since I'm seeing someone long-distance.
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I do miss being close to her, though. She was always the stronger of us, I think.
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It's the hope of the future that helps. We won't be apart forever.
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Perhaps I should buy a bonnet and those covered wagons.
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If you're nice to me I might even keep it off Retrospec. ;)
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Oh hey speaking of flowers I never did get around to my question.
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Oh? I thought you had. What was your question?
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IDK if he even got them from your shop or not but... has anything weird been happening with the flowers over there? Like
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People having strange reactions.
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[Her flashes of memories came to mind, but she didn't want to say that unless Arlene mentioned something similar.]
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[chloe did you put LSD in the flowers]
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What did you see, if I may ask?
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A man in a black coat, and there were all these rose petals flying around him. He had a hood up and I couldn't see his face but I'm *sure* I know him from somewhere.
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It felt too real, like it was a memory you'd forgotten, didn't it? So close that you could swear you knew it, but you had never seen it before in your life?
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(god I dated a guy who drives a freaking scooter and I would do it again?? wtf @me, I'm getting soft)
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I understand how you feel a little. Remembering the Alps, remembering some old man I've never seen in my life, visiting Corsica. It was so surreal, no matter how mild. And it felt like there were holes in each vision.
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I'm scared I'm going crazy but[Nah. Even if everybody on this sketchy-ass app can relate, she's not ready to admit she's not so tough.]
I want to know more. See how it all fits together.
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Part of me wants to know, but most of me just wants it to go back to normal, for this to be some trick. It is extremely disruptive and confusing after all. Why now? Why us?
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Maybe we really were chosen for something.
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I admit that sometimes I want to be special, to be important. Like those fanciful dreams of being president, or someone famous. I do not know that I like this sort of being chosen. I do not know what it is I'm seeing. The holes worry me more than what I've seen.
[That, and most of those things she'd seen were normal. Of course the holes worried her more.]
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