#emily squared

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Happy (Late) Holidays!

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Okay, I just tucked Doll in for the night, and damn, it was a really kawaii moment.

She fell asleep 10 minutes before the Buffy episode we were watching ended, and I didn't want her to get cold in the middle of the night...

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From my Journal: 10 May

(I think I promised Emily she could read this sometime and I don’t think I ever let her, so… here ya go, Em!)

I love Emily. I absolutely love her. We totally understand each other because we are the exact same brand of crazy. I tried to explain to her the anxiety I’ve been feeling, and at first she didn’t really get it. But after talking it out for a while, she began to realize that she knows exactly what I’m feeling. And because she’s more of a verbal person than I am, she was able to articulate what we feel in a way that made utter and absolute sense to my brain. We’re not the same person but our brains work so similarly that when you put us together and just let us TALK about how we feel and what we want, we both come out of it feeling like the other has shown us something we never knew we had. It’s like… what’s an appropriate metaphor? It’s like I have a book, and everything is going great for me in reading this book, except there are these parts in like, Russian or whatever that I just can’t read. The story mostly makes sense without those parts, but it just isn’t very much fun. It’s missing something. Then Emily comes along with a book written almost entirely in Russian - but there are some English bits she doesn’t understand (for the purposes of this metaphor, Emily reads exclusively in Russian). Upon getting to know each other, we discover that the books tell the exact same story - so I translate her English bits and she translates my Russian bits, and with these holes all filled in, the story is so much more fun. It’s complete.