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Kenpachi gooood

Kenpachi gooood

Several years ago I met a woman online in passing.

I didn’t understand her very well. At that time, I was stand-offish and far more formal than what I am today. I admired the writing she did but like like brief internet encounters, we brushed, continued on with our live for several years.

Later on we met yet again through a super uber geeky passion we both share and whether it was the time that had passed or the time spent together with the same geeky passion, the two of us grew to know one another.

Just because we’d never met face to face didn’t mean I considered our friendship lesser than, or not-as-deserving as others. I treated her with the same horribly blunt, but honest, zany respect I give most people I consider close and she plodded through my randomness, strange moods, depression and self-doubt to stick with me now for–oh, what? Years?

She’s a great person. There are a handful out there that will probably disagree with me. They’ll probably tell me that I don’t know her like they do, or that I don’t understand what happened between them to change their opinion or perhaps, that I am naive and don’t know how it is. Isn’t that always the way, though? No one can be perfect for everyone. We’ve all got a few grumblers in our past.

Maybe they are right on one count: I don’t know her like they did and I don’t understand what happened then that made them think the way they do.

Luckily I am not them. I did not know her then, was not part of past then and am lucky to be a small part of her life now.

Today, she is an amazingly goofy, profound, poetic, silly, human that I am glad to have known. We have gone through our share of stupid things–my misunderstandings and hang ups, but we’ve always drifted back and never have I been able to hold a grudge. She probably would have made a great sister to strangle, scream, shout, laugh, cry and grow with too, despite the fact she likes xenomorphs.

I’m glad to have been part of her life so far and giddy to see that she’s branched out from live journal to Word Press. Say hello to L, and rulihe.com. Tell her Mel sencha.

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