Reminiscence.

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Chat roulette, a pervert, and a farting cat.

These three things seldom associated with love, is how my somewhat extraordinary whirlwind romance began. Now if that's not enough to make you doubt the foundations of this relationship, there's one last thing - he lived on the other side of the world. Quite literally.

People called me crazy - though that was nothing new - and told me that the odds were most definitely not in our favour (as if even didn't already know that. I may do stupid things but that does not insinuate in any way that  I am a stupid person. We live on different sides of the Earth, did they think I thought it was going to go well?) but regardless, this was something that both of us wanted to pursue so you're damn right that we did.

And, man, am I glad that we did. Or should I say - was, glad that we did.

Before I met him - before I loved him - things were bad. As bad as I thought they could and would ever be. But I was very, very wrong, in fact. I didn't think it was even possible for a human being to be this wrong about something. Yet here I am, two years later, wondering how someone who made me feel so happy, could make me feel so broken.  But that's not even the worst of it.

The worst is, if I was presented with the opportunity to do it all again, even with the knowledge of how it was all going to fall to pieces, would I take it?

In a heartbeat.
(Let's revert back to my previous point about stupidity. I take it back. It is an ever so slight possibility that I, Lucy McKinley, am indeed a stupid, stupid woman)

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