Do you still love Laura or are you mad at her for leaving without a word?
I feel like my love life is under careful scrutiny, my brother questioning what happened between Alex and I, questions about who I would date. Am I famous? I must be famous. I mean I’m still planning my romance novel between Gromas Thomberg and a years supply of chocolate, but hey.
Alright, sit down son because I’m about to tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a teenage boy named Tommy, who’s close friend, arguably best, was an remarkably stunning, strong minded fantastic woman that went by the name of Laura. Now Tommy, being the charismatic boy he was, liked to spend a lot of time around people - especially friends - especially Laura. Until he realised that oh. Bugger. Laura was starting to become something his mind was on constantly. Little things. The way her genuine laugh sounded like cherubs singing, fierce eyebrows arching in that typical Hale sarcastic way. Though the latter was more compellingly annoying in a wonderful kind of way. A little while after Tommy began to piece together he was developing feelings for Laura, most of her family lit up like a Christmas tree. Of course Tommy was mindlessly selfish in that time, and was a little annoyed at her skipping town.
But Tommy grew up and now there is no way in his right mind he could blame her for leaving. Because guess what? I would have left if my family had been reduced to ashes too. It’s admirable that the Hales are still able to live here after what happened. I wouldn’t be able to do it, it would be a constant reminder of a harsh reality.
So in order to answer this question, I never quite loved Laura in a romantic way, there were seeds waiting to bloom, that I cannot lie about, but nothing happened. And if seeds aren’t watered, they die. I think, I never really did anything involving agriculture but I imagine they would. There’s certainly potential, and I have to admit it was a blast from the past seeing her. But no, I do not have romantic feelings for Laura at this present time. Except minor ones. You never really forget your first crush.
In conclusion I do not love her, I am not mad at her for leaving. I am merely a little… disheartened I was never able to contact her inbetween her leaving and her… unfortunate demise. And a little disheartened that she never tried to contact me when her status of death was rectified.
Now that I have sent you to sleep with a bedtime story, I’m going to watch sad soppy romantic comedies and fill up John’s Internet history with things that will hopefully give him a minor heartattack in the morning.
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