One love

One

When I left Camp Half blood I also left the romantic ties I had to it's people. No more will I ever look back on it and regret what could have been. When I let go and forgave a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

And although I had forgave and let go I knew I was relieved to go. The Greeks were wonderful but it's nothing compared to the comfort I have in Camp Jupiter.

I've realized that that is enough. I don't need to have anyone signically by my side. I have Friends that I can talk to both in and out of camp half blood.

Because true friendships are never broken. Lovers can come and go but true friends will always be there.

I don't have to be lonely if I don't want to. Argentum and Aurum are with me at all times anyway and I can always count that one of my friends are awake.

These are all things I told myself when I was transporting my soldiers back to camp.

Turns out, optimism does not always work, as Lupa has grained into my mind like a nail in wood. I must have gotten it from being around the Greeks for too long. They unrooted my sturdy Roman nail only to replace it with poorly wrapped duck tape.

Once we had gotten back to Camp and realized that it had been overrun by monsters I had to shed the optimistic greek approach and put back on my Roman reality.

One could even say it was comically sadistic.