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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Lindsay. @ 6:58 PM


World of Warcraft. Of all places.

We both went there to get *away* from the dating scenes that dragged us down so much. For me, gays.com. For her, the clubs. So many lesbians that are ugly inside or ugly outside. We were only able to spend a little while at a time before our heads started to spin, before we started getting that sick feeling. Before we started feeling a lot worse about ourselves, because it was all so wrong.

She was getting over a failed long relationship and another girl who just used her. I was getting over an even longer failed relationship and a girl who victimized me on her way back to her ex. All we wanted that night was to nerd out and take out our store of romantic frustration on another character in the game. Just one night to let it all out, to be ourselves, because all the emotion inside needed a release, even if it wasn't a "real" girl.

That's when I posted my rather pathetic little request on a Livejournal community. That's when she googled "lesbian rp [and then the name of the server we were both on]" and found my post. She shamefully, meekly, reluctantly typed out a little private message and sent it to me. I responded.

Our characters met and fell in love. With them satisfied, we turned in some amazement to each other...and started talking. Then we followed suit.

A little over a couple weeks later, *we* met. We were already in love, but it got stronger. We became official on Saturday, October 9, 2010, holding each other's hands on a hotel room sofa. We stayed at the Hyatt Place in Worthington for four beautiful, sunny, perfect days. We shopped and went to awesome restaurants and dressed each other. We had more fun than we'd ever had with another girl in our lives. And we became an amazing couple and swore to stick it out with each other for as long as we drew breath.

And now we are one.

I faithfully read over my intentions every night and every morning, and the last romantic intention I ever made smiles eerily at me from the page, and I know I'm looking at words I wrote in the past, predicting my current reality. It's all rather eerie.

And that was how I summoned my soul mate into my life.

The future has never looked so bright.





amanda cassandra


A young woman who is learning to intentionally create her reality, one fragrance note at a time.

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Lindsay, my darling girlfriend
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