whaaaaat – I donāt wanna answer this uhā¦ presumptuously, cause the way I feel n think about him isnāt ā¦ i donāt know if Iām a friend to him, Iām really nothing at all I just – ah. donāt have .. tips, really. Hm. ā¦. hang on actually Iām gonna go check first.
well ok so šš»šš» I dunno about uh. how to become friends or anything I- aw geez I donāt know. I kinda just sent messages for years about how much I adore his writing n stuff and – listen my memory is awful and thereās a solid chunk of time I repressed entirely for other reasons, so I barely remember anything there, but I know I must have been borderline annoying and felt kinda like a whack-a-mole popping up constantly.
Iām the wrong person to ask I think. I dunno if Iām a friend, but to me heās ā¦ the best person Iāve met, and always says the right thing, and listens, and supports, advises, cheerleads, n every now and then says a thing that just settles whatever it is Iām freaking out about – and does it all in a way that makes you blush a lot and forget how to articulate properly. Anyway I love him a lot, and Iām fully aware that Iām nothing special, so I have a note in my notes app full of lil reminders and goals Iām setting for myself to try n even slightly deserve how wonderful he is and š thatās kinda it. I think heās the best and try to show that, when I can. I think friends is the wrong word here and thatās whatās giving me troubles – āpathetic clingy remora-like speck of dust doing her best to let a Very Important Person know how great he isā would be more accurate.
As for tips UhHhHhh. Heās actually got a super neat, handy-dandy post i eventually saved and read obsessively and took notes on and dreamed of repeatedly here, and is much more informative and succinct than my embarassing ramble. :))) š¤š¤š¤
If this isnāt the cutest thing ever, I donāt know what is.