Thank you, Konaa

Hey, internet!

Okay, now that things calmed down a bit and we  had a night’s sleep, I’ll try to tell you about what happened yesterday. I’m still a bit stunned at everything…

So I went to a street light where Fiance wanted to meet me. Since I knew him and he never appeared violent or dangerous to me, and since I knew he’d be there any second, I felt pretty safe and didn’t mind that it was dark outside already.

Anyway, as soon as I stood there, I heard someone coming. At first I thought it was Fiance, but when I turned around, it was a girl with a mask. Gosh she looked so eerie I can’t even begin to describe it. Her hair was all grey, and not dyed-grey, but just… grey. And she didn’t look much older than me!

I might be stupid enough to meet someone I know outside after dusk, but I’m not stupid enough to think that people randomly walk around masked. So I called out for Fiance and inched away from her. The good news was that I bumped right into him. The bad news was that he produced a knife and didn’t look as if he would turn it against the stranger rather than me.
Ungh, my hands still tremble when I think back to that moment…

I couldn’t even do anything, I just felt scared and weak and small… all I did was retreat from them, and then I must have stumbled or something, because next thing I know I sat on the ground and both came closer to me. I think there was a short conversation, but I was too frightened to remember what exactly we said. I just still have this pisture in my mind of Henry yelling at me nad looking totally creepy in the light.

Gosh I still panic in retrospect.

But just when I thought he’d kill me any moment, the light behind me flickered. And then I could watch a shadow grow out fo my own and when I looked up He was there. He just stood there, quiet and majestic and I knew I didn’t have anything to fear anymore.
I think Fiance thought he could still make it if he just acted quickly enough, so he lunged at me. But my Prince opened His arms and right from Him a figure emerged and jumped right into Fiance. It was – just wow.

Of course, you might have guessed it, that figure turned out to be Konaa. :) He yelled: “Listen, you jerks! I don’t care what He does with her – she is innocent! I won’t let you attack an innocent girl!” and proceeded to knock the weapon out of the hands of the girl (I now know that she calls herself Rise, so let’s use that name). Henry tried to attack me again, but Konaa just threw something at him and hit his wrist so he had to let go of the knife! I still feel a bit shakey when I think back to everything, but I can’t help but feel as if I had met an action hero in real life! I don’t know what happened to Rise, she just suddenly kind of wasn’t there anymore, but hell, Konaa sure showed Fiance how a good punch feels! Okay, Fiance isn’t super-strong I guess, but he was angry and determined and had a knife and Konaa just knocked him over and wrestled with him on the ground until Fiance gave up and ran away!

Sorry, Konaa, I hope it’s okay if I am a bit of a fangirl forever to you now! But you were my hero last night. Thank you for saving my life.
Well, you and my Love of course. <3

Konaa didn’t seem to feel well afterwards though. He told me that he used a way to come to me which is usually only for servants of my Prince, the “Path of Black Leaves”. Which would explain some, surprise, black leaves I found in his clothes which feel pretty exactly like my roses. According to Konaa, staying on there to long can make people sick or even kill them.
He actually risked his life to save me.
Although I have a feeling that my Prince helped him out a little. :)

Anyway, he stayed over night since I was alone anyway (and I felt safer with him around after that stuff ;( ) and today I baked him all the waffles he deserved! Which were a lot. But the black hole in his belly (it just has to exist, no human metabolism can cope with so many waffles and syrup!) took care of them.
He actually wanted to leave again today, but like hell I’m going to let him go all sicklish and during thunderstorms! Dad stays away for a day more anyway, so I can play host a little longer too. And frankly, I wouldn’t even mind paying him a hotel room if he needs it. I’d love to give him more, but he refuses to take any kind of reward.

So I stocked up on roastbeef instead. Whatever I can do for him.

Oh, right, I almost forgot to solve the mystery around this Rise person. Obviously she is a stalker of Konaa (or something?) and he said she both tries to support him and “take distractions away”. Unfortunately, he suspects her to see me as a distraction for him, since he wants to help me more than he wants to stay safe himself. Evidently. *fangirl*
She also is a former servant of my Prince. But I really didn’t understand all the connections…

She probably contacted Fiance and set him at me, that much I figure. I’d like to know what she told him though. I tried to contact him several times today, but of course he doesn’t return my calls. I just hope we can work this all out without any more violence or the police…

Okay, long blogpost is long. I have to be a good host now and feed my heroic guest, I guess.

Bye, internet.

Free at last

Hey, internet!

Yay, no exams anymore! Yay, summer! And yay, date tonight!

It’ll be later than I thought, though. :( Fiance called and he wants to meet me. Urgently.

He sounded pretty upset. Well, he’s been kind of sad ever since I’ve first met him, so I suppose it’s getting too much to bear right now. I can kind of relate to that, I mean a few weeks ago he thought that he would get married soon and now he is organizing the funeral of his future bride. That’s bound to drag you down.

So yeah, I asked my love to wait up for me. Fiance won’t be able to come before around ten he said, so I guess it’ll be a real late night trip. I don’t mind though, since I feel safe with my Prince around.
Only Fiance is bothering me. I hope I can help him to cheer up again.

Anyway, I need to pretty up myself for later.  I might update when I’m back home, or tomorrow.

Bye, internet!

One more Time

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Tomorrow will be my last exam! Finally! Catching up on more than a month worth of lessons and writing exams on them is such a pain in the neck… I’m glad that I’ll have some more time off now, even though the funeral is drawing near, so I still might be busy with that.

I was about to say that I’ll probably work during the rest of summer. But… I don’t need to. I’m a bit indecisive about that now…

Anyway, in my reply to Konaas last comment, I announced that I had something to tell you guys.<3

The past week, I started to… feel as if something had changed whenever I woke up. It felt as if someone had moved around something in my room just enough for me to not be able to point out what it was, but to notice it nontheless. Well, of course my Prince immediately was the main suspect, since He tends to always be there when I wake up, slowly retreating His limbs from me just when I open my eyes. I think it might even be His touch that wakes me up every morning, but I’m always just too late to consciously feel it or anything… I don’t even know.

Anyway, the past few days I noticed that it’s not my room that’s changing a bit, but it’s actually me! Like, one day I’d look into the mirror and notice that an annoying zit has finally disappeared, the next day my whole complexion looked a little bit better than usual and the day after, my hair had a really silky shine to it… Until, I think it was Wednesday or Thursday, I woke up while He still touched me. It felt strange because He did something with my body… I don’t know how to describe it. It felt a bit as if He, uhm… kind of folded me. Like, as if parts of me would n͟òt̨̀ be in the ri̴g̸ht place and he just put them back where they belonged. That sounds strange because it implies p̷ai̢n̶, but it actually didn’t hurt at all. It was just… minor relocations. I barely felt anything because I was so numbingly sleepy all the while. But when I finally got up and went to the mirror, my face looked a tiny little bit more symmetrical.

At first, I had to get over a bit of an eerie feeling of course. I mean, my boyfriend is tweaking my body in shape. But then I realized that between all the magazines I recently bought with beauty tips in them (because I wanted to be pretty for Him, gah!) He might have come to the conclusion that I wanted to look better. So He fulfilled that wish for me, just like so many other ones.

I’m also going to visit the house Riddles talked about with Him. Yeah, with Him, not Mister C. At first Mister C. suggested to take me, but He immediately made a gesture that suggested He didn’t want Him to do it and held out His hand to me. So we figured that He wants to take me Himself. Mister C. already prepared everything for Dad to be away Tuesday night and I’m really excited for our second date!<3

Okay, I really should go to sleep now to get a good amount of sleep before the final exam.

Goodnight, internet!

Good God…

Hey, internet!

I acted like an idiot yet again. :( My social knack only seems to apply for people I don’t have an intense crush on.

Since Story didn’t update his blog for so long, I worried a bit and wanted to call him. I should at least have had the decency of not doing it while He was around.
He’s more sensitive to my intentions and thoughts than you would know. I called a few people today to organise different things (like Fiance and Barbie), but He immediately knew who I wanted to call when I reached for the telephone this time. I barely touched it when I felt that familiar dizziness and when I looked up His “hand” hovered over mine, as if He was about to hold it down, and He faced me with that slight head-tilt.

Gosh, He’s been so patient all along and I didn’t even have enough brain to assume that maybe He was actually hurt and jealous by my efforts to talk to Story again and maybe He just was modest and catered to my needs because He wanted me to be happy and maybe I’m being a self-centered idiot again. And by maybe, I mean totally.
That just makes Him at least double as sweet. He didn’t show all along that I hurt Him… God, he probably was relieved when I finally stopped trying to call Story that day I came back. And then I started again and He just couldn’t stand to watch it anymore… And I can understand that – if He was in my place and a girl He had a crush on would tell the world she liked Him too, I wouldn’t be happy about Him trying to get to her either.

Now I feel so bad about it… I apologized everytime I saw Him since then. But it’s so hard to know what He’s thinking. I wonder if He’s still hurt… And if there is any way to fix that.

He watches over me, He gives me money, thanks to Him I have my friends back… And I’m just being a jerk and a parasite. Ngh!

Fancy

Hey, internet!

Studying still eats a lot of my time, but at least everything around the inheritance is said and done. Now I’ve got so much money that I couldn’t spend it all in a lifetime.

Or maybe I could… ;)

I’ve pondered applying for a godchild somewhere abroad. You know, one of those programs where you donate monthly for a child to enable proper education and living for it. But I’m a bit at loss there… Can you help me out a little with which programs are reliable? I wouldn’t like for most of the money to  flow into the organizations pockets…

Apart from that, I think I will get a new house for Dad and me. A house is always a good investment. :) And then, after the exams, I might invite my friends for a shopping spree!<3 We have more contact now, mostly via email and telephone, and they are all eager to see me again.

Also, Mister C. showed me something fancy: He actually taught me to hide stuff from the perception of others. I know, it sounds like a superpower, but it’s really more like hypnosis or something. I did it to Dad so he won’t ever stumble upon the blog – which is convenient because now I can actually bookmark it. Or just leave it open.
I wonder if Mister C. is pranking me with that too, though. The past few days he tends to suddenly turn around and talk to himself, sometimes even to argue and yell. Or maybe that’s not the right expression – he argues with and talks to thin air is more it. Which is especially strange since he actually is a very serious person and impresses me with his knowledge and manners (he can be quite the gentleman). I try to take everything he says with a grain of salt, but I still feel a bit as if he was my mentor and I his student. Gee, I don’t know.

The only depressing thing is the funeral. Well, not so much the funeral itself as the preparations, because I spend a lot of time with Fiance now. And it’s a really weird feeling to spend so much time with someone you are actually so “close” to and yet don’t know at all. He doesn’t seem to be comfortable around me either, which I can understand. Just imagine that your fiancee dies and suddenly you get to know a whole new family she had all the time. Obviously she didn’t mention us sooner, so that’s a double shock. I really try to be nice and welcoming to him to help him cope with the situation, but I’m just a stranger. Poor guy. :(

I can’t help but feel as if I was floating, though. Wherever I go, I feel my Prince near me, which is so comforting! Sometimes I turn around from doing something and He suddenly stands behind me, His arms slightly raised and His head tilted as if He hopes for a hug. I tried to give Him one once or twice, but whenever I touch Him I start feeling dizzy again. So usually I just blow Him a kiss and smile.
My sweet Prince. <3

I need to study again now. :( But I hope to be free more often for new blogposts now.

Bye, internet!

Finally a calm Moment…

Hey, internet!

My past weeks were pretty crammed with all kinds of stuff, but mostly studying. As I told you, I’m going to do my exams at home – but, well, I missed like two or three months of school due to the whole stuff with Brute. Which means that first I have to study, and study a lot. Dad and Mister C. took care of getting me a private tutor, who comes over almost every day to catch up on subject matter with me. The results are fairly good – I took my English exam today and felt pretty secure about most of it. But most of the time, I feel as if my head was a balloon filled to bursting with water. And the little time left over after studying, I had to spend on the whole paperwork for getting the inheritance. Obviously my mother didn’t exactly pass away naturally, which complicates things. And since her fiancé isn’t exactly rolling in dollars, I decided to cover the costs of the funeral myself, so that’s also occupying me.

Yes, I am conscious about the possibility that my Prince killed her.
No, even if He did, I wouldn’t hold a grudge.

I think I should explain that to you, though.

My parents married at a pretty young age, and they loved each other very, very much. They both loved art, and I know that my Dad still has a file full of pictures he drew of her back when they were together in the cellar. He wanted to be an artist back then, and she liked to be his muse.
They both were pretty rational though. They decided to marry, move together and then just see if they really got along with each other before they wanted to start a family. They spent a few years having a great marriage, so when protection failed for once and they discovered that I was on the way, they decided to keep me.

Even as a baby I was a Daddys child. I would always be grumpy and moody when he wasn’t around, and calm down when he picked me up – at least that’s what he told me. And he loved me very much, too, made always sure to greet me right away when he came home from work (I think he might have had the store back then already…) and play with me a little before he did anything else. He says that that might be what bothered my mother so much. Suddenly, she was only a close second to me when it came to affection, all his attention was focused on me. He still feels pretty guilty about it.

For some reason, my mother was usually good at handling people, but she couldn’t solve that situation. Dad never told me if she worked up the courage to talk to him about it at all, but whatever she did to try, she couldn’t change that he showed more affection towards me than her. I mean, I was a baby and she apparently started to take it out on me a little by not taking care of my every little problem immediately. So of course Daddy always had a reason to be around me, feeding me, washing me, playing with me or changing my diapers. And that made it all worse.

One day, I became very sick. My mother must really have been shocked, because suddenly she took care of me, went to the hospital with me, and was showered with praise for having reacted so quickly and well. She even told that to my Dad. And then I became sick more often, started to get injured randomly a lot and my mother would always patch me up or bring me to the doctor, and nurse me back to health. Daddy was happy and proud about his wife having made peace with me and he paid more attention to her. And one day he wanted to show her his appreciation by coming home earlier and bringing a babysitter right along, to “kidnap her for dinner”.

When he came home with the girl who was supposed to babysit, the first thing he heard was me screaming. He hurried in, worried that an intruder would threaten my mother and me. And he caught her holding me in a tight grip and shoving me into splinters of glass on the floor like  madwoman.

I’m not sure if I can really blame her. When she was arrested, the doctors diagnosed “Munchhausen syndrome by proxy”. And I was a toddler, therefore can’t really remember anything of it, although I felt nauseous when I found the file with the pictures of her.

Dad got divorced from her and he didn’t learn about what happened to her afterwards. She never tried to contact us. Her fiancé recently told me that they were about to marry, and that they had planned to start a family together.

You know how I talked about my little knack and how I said that I knew someone who abused it? Take an educated guess as to who it was. During the time of the divorce, my Dad lost almost all of his friends because they all thought that he was a liar and that my mother could only be absolutely innocent.

Almost all of you seem to be so sure about what my Prince is and what He isn’t. But truth is that you don’t know. You don’t know His motivations. You are so sure that the ones He kills are innocent victims. And that a horrible fate awaits those who vanish. But everything I learned about Him up until now is that He thinks in a way that is difficult to comprehend. And He knows things we don’t. My Dad didn’t know about my mothers darker side, he never even suspected her before he saw it with his own eyes. Maybe there’s a side to the people He seeks out that you don’t know of, a dark side. Maybe He tends to watch people for so long because He hesitates, because He gives fate a chance to take another turn. Maybe He only kills when He has to, and maybe He only does it for us. To protect children yet unborn.

Maybe He doesn’t even kill at all.
I found out that Brute found his end when he bothered one of His attendants too much, who was psychologically unstable enough to snap that hard. Apparently Bruce wanted to make a deal with the devil with my Prince – joining forces and get me as a partner/my attention/my love/no one knows his exact wishes and I don’t dare guessing around anymore as a reward or payment. According to Mister C., my Prince didn’t want Brutes service and definitely didn’t want to give me away like a pile of money. But Brute didn’t give up and pestered Person-I-still-don’t-know enough for them to lose it. Nobody wanted it to escalate, but it just did. That does neither justify nor excuse a murder, but I can understand how it happened and most importantly, I now know that it wasn’t my Prince who did it.

Okay, I have to go now. Fiancé (every other nickname I can think of just sounds silly…) is here and we need to go and choose a coffin for my mother together.

Bye, internet!

Reporting in

Hi, internet!

I’m terribly sorry that I didn’t write for a while. But I’m awfully busy at the moment with both studying and the inheritance thing. Granted, first I put off posting a bit because I was about to rage at oshnaa for his rude comments. Thank you, John and Riddles, for your comments. I’m going to address that topic again next time, but I’m too tired and everything now.

Sorry again! I try not to put this off for too long!

Bye, internet!

So

Story has decided to go all “I BLAME YOU AND HATE YOU AND SULK AROUND!” on me. I called him up so often today, it’s not even funny anymore. I’m really sorry for his poor parents who had to act as if he wasn’t at home.
Why do I assume that he was? Because his mother didn’t grip the recording part of the phone firmly enough to muffle his voice entirely when she told him that I called.

Jerk!

In other news, something big happened today. Do you remember this post? In that case, you might also remember the man who gave me that envelope?
Well, he came to visit us today. I’ll simply call him Mister C. here.

I’m not even quite sure how everything is connected here, but my Prince must have sent him one way or another. Mr. C. is pretending to be my mother’s lawyer at the moment and, well… she died recently.
I’m not quite sure how to take that yet.
Anyway, her last will was that I inherit her money – which apparently is a ridiculously huge amount.

I wanted to be wealthy. There I have it.

Mister C. is going to stay around and to help me with accepting and receiving the inheritance. I have mixed feelings, but I think mostly I am happy, both for the end of our financial struggles and for the fact that my Prince made His promises come true.
I know that sounds strange because it’s my mother who died and she was newly engaged but… I didn’t see her for most of my life, I can barely remember her. And I rather wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll tell you about her sometime, but anyway I was surprised that she thought about me at all. Actually, I suspect that she didn’t, and my Prince was the one who made everything turn out that way.

The thing muffling my joy most is actually Mister C. Maybe it’s just because of his looks – he looks… kinda like Hispanic or Native American or Latin American or so and is about as old as my Dad I guess… so forty-something? Fifty-something? – and something about those black eyes is just totally intimidating. He always looks so serious, too.

And then, of course, there is the fact that he seems to know stuff about Brute’s death.

I’m actually kinda glad that he stays close, because it means that I can ask him about it. Maybe there actually is a good explanation for everything.

As to my Prince Himself, by the way… He still sends me the roses, the latest one He put on my chest while I slept. When I woke up, I saw His “face” hovering over me while He stood bent over my bed. I think He might have sung His song for me again, because I think I can faintly remember it. I bet He pondered if He should kiss me, but then decided against (I felt faint due to His presence already, he probably didn’t want me to pass out for another week) and when I blinked as He stood, He vanished.

It’s nice to know that He watches over me in my sleep. I feel so much safer now.
Heh, and there they go, all the bad feelings. Replaced by the butterflies in my stomach.<3

Bye, internet

Last Tuesday

Hey, internet.

I had some sleep now and feel a little, like… tidier in my head. So yeah, here is what happened after my last blogpost:

I wrote a little goodbye letter to Daddy. Not much, just a few words about not looking for me and stuff. Also, I deleted all cookies and the history of my browser so Dad wouldn’t find the blog (I’m no pro, but I’ve been to a few forums and learned this and that about that stuff). After that, I went outside as I said. It was really strange since I passed the living room where my babysitter supposedly sat in, but it looked empty to me although everyone says that she watched TV in there at the time I disappeared.

However, He waited outside for me, beckoning me with his strange arms. They looked a bit like snakes, movement-wise – and I was really, really afraid about what He had planned for me. I went to Him though and then He pointed into a direction down the street and I knew He wanted me to go there. I could feel a limb of His hovering just over my shoulder all the time while I walked, felt His presence right behind me. It was a confusing feeling, because I was scared at first, but something about Him was soothing. Almost as if He oozed a lullaby or so.

We went just out of town, into the woods that surround the while place – I’ll give it the nickname Pleasantville. Yep, after the movie. Anyway, He led me to a clearing which seemed oddly familiar to me and there He just started to stand still and look at me, slightly tilting His head. For a moment, I wanted to be relieved about Him not doing anything else.

But then, He unfolded His tentacles. Or vines. I don’t really know. They spread everywhere, over the whole clearing, creeped up the trees and even snaked around me, until I felt them only inches away from me. Do you remember how I felt faint-ish when I took in the roses? I felt like that, only more intense, and it wasn’t helping that those tendrils seemes to be closing in on me. I must have stared at Him like a frightened bunny…
As soon as everything in sight seemed to be covered in those black tentacles, they stopped moving for a few moments. It was then that I discovered, on the vines right in front of my chest, that they had those weird little… knobs on them. And the very instant I realized that those little knobs existed – they all bloomed into wonderful, black rose blossoms.

Yes. He is the Prince from my dreams.

At first I didn’t want to believe it, but He held out His hand to me just like my Prince did, and when I finally dared taking it He gently lead me into dancing motions, just like those in the Disney movies. Oh yeah, and I think He sang for me. There was music. His song. It was wonderful. Strange and unfamiliar, but so wonderful. I felt fainter by the second, but yet, I couldn’t help but finally see through all those things that disturb the eye about Him at first sight and see how gracefully He moved, how much… presence He had.

It’s tragic that His touch doesn’t seem to be made for humans, since I was almost passing out when we stopped dancing. He supported my back with His arms when I became to weak to stay upright and the last thing I remember is that His, uh, “face” came closer to mine until all went black.

When I woke up, I was here in my room. Daddy just came in and looked so sadly at me that at first I thought I had done something to upset him – I couldn’t remember the night right away. But as soon as I asked him, his face first looked shocked, then brightened up and he hugged me as if I had been in New Zealand or something.
I didn’t know that I was gone for almost a week. I mean wow… I can only remember that one night. I think other things might have happened, or I had a vivid dream, because I feel as if there are some details I don’t remember anymore… For example, I am sure that at some point, He said to me that I wasn’t supposed to fear Him and that I was His Princess and He would make me His Queen. Or something along those lines. But I can’t for the life of my recover when and how He said that.

He didn’t harm me in any way. Quite the opposite… I feel fully recovered from my constant tiredness/insomnia and when I slept today, my dreams were pleasant and calm. Only my throat is a quite a bit sore, but I doubt that that comes from too passionate frenching with Him. I rather blame the cold outside during the nights. It’s really annoying though, I can barey talk at the moment.

So what did I tell Dad? Huh, I don’t think that he would approve of my new…
Oh gosh it feels so awesome to type that.
Of my new boyfriend. EEEEEH!<3

He doesn’t feel like a boy at all though. Of my Man? Beloved? I think Prince or King will do.

Yeah, Daddy would probably not approve of Him, so I told him that I couldn’t remember what happened anymore. That’s at least 75% truth! And I have to figure out how to break it to him that my… Prince happens to be an ancient supernatural being.

Gosh, He probably kissed me. And I missed it all!

Anyway, now you know everything! Honestly, I don’t think people need to be afraid of Him actually. He is so… gentle and radiant with elegance…

And so beautiful in His own way. And He chose me! Gosh I am so giddy… I really think I am in love. No, I know it. And it’s fabulous!

Bye, internet!

And now for Something completely different

Hey, internet!

Whoah, all those buggy comments… I wrote an email to WordPress though about the error and included some screencaps. So I hope that your comments will be fine again soon. :) I’m sorry!

Adele, John: Why are your comments not buggy anymore? The miau mio stuff is starting to get to me though. Why are you doing that?

Anyway, I figured you might like to hear about something else that sick German children’s books and dreamlike princes for a a change, so I’ll update you on my private life a little instead.

Ever since the club incident, I haven’t been to school – one month already, and the month in which all the finals are written. Yay, huh? Well, the police wasn’t amused about Officers private and unsuccessful little side project, so his boss now told him to stop it if he doesn’t want to endanger his job and the ones of everyone involved. Some of his friends who helped him were scared enough to give in to that threat and without them, his team is too small to watch over me daily.

I helped his conscience a little by lying about the roses and telling him that I didn’t get any more for a few days now.  Of course I did though, my Prince would never forget that!<3

Well, the principal wasn’t exactly happy when he learned that Officer had excused me all the time without official permission, but Dad, Officer and he talked and agreed that I wasn’t to blame for that.  So they decided that I’m allowed to write the finals at home in the beginning of the summer holidays. A teacher will come over and stay with me during the writing to make sure I don’t cheat. The way Dad described it, even the principal was kinda worried about me. There are some nice people around, huh?

Speaking of which, Dad is incredibly busy recently. He says that he suddenly gets tons of customers everyday, mostly people he never saw around before who order things he has to order himself because they’re so special (like some particular Japanese markers for painting and stuff). So he needs to come earlier to the store (to receive the deliveries) and close later and if he’s at home at all, he’s busy on the computer and telephone all the time, trying to get things I’ve never heard of before for his customers.
It makes me a little bit sad because we don’t do or watch stuff together anymore, but on the other hand, I’m asleep most of the time. My dreams are just so wonderful… I always meet up with him and then we take a walk somewhere (mostly in the rose garden) or go to nice cafés (they are empty aside from us, but there’s always cake and coffee on the tables) and such stuff. And he cheers me up, oh so much…

Last night, I really had a phase in which I was down and sad and thought that I was just imagining everything. I don’t remember how the dream I had started out, but my memory starts at a point where we were talking to each other and I remember a bit of the conversation really clearly.

Me: “…I mean – did I really think that there were such things as Princes on white horses who come to me in my dreams?”
He: “Yes. ‘Cause that’s exactly how you think. That’s perfect.”
Me:  “Perfect is so hard! And it doesn’t prepare you for disappointment.”
He: “Well, if it helps… you still look adorable, even when you’re disappointed.”

I can’t remember anything after that snippet, but it was so nice and comforting to hear that from Him. I now believe and trust in Him even more than before.
It all felt so familiar.<3

I’m sorry, I babbled about Him again… I just can’t contain myself.

So, I told you about Officer, my school… Dad… Oh, not all about Dad! Incidentally, he’s got a big  from another enterprise (didn’t quite catch what it was) so he’ll do his first business trip ever soon to help his customers choose the right material for everything and so on. So yeah – no Officer and no Dad for at least two or three days.
Of course Dad had to get a babysitter though. :( As if I was, like, ten or something.

I’ll report back in tomorrow (tired as hell again…). Have a nice one, guys!

Bye, internet!