i’m sorry i haven’t really been here today , more just a few minutes of being present and then vanishing again. I’m ngl , since last night I’ve been having a hard time and I just...I don’t like saying anything because I dont want to ever bother anyone or let people know when I’m not okay because then I feel like a burden or that it comes across badly or something of the sort. I always try to make it seem like everythings fine and I’m fine. sweats you can see where Vil and i bond there. but i guess i just ? i should apologize. idk. ignore this , it’s stupid.
So I didn't mention this, but I was having an awful... Valentines Day. Everything was going downhill and wrong. I texted my husband about it all and when he came home from work... He walked up to me and reached into the pocket of his dress pants and pulled out this gold box. He set it on my desk and I was so confused as to what it was. i thought it was a necklace or something. I then openned it and lost all words and wanted to cry. Because he managed to turn my horrible day into something special. I don't deserve this man.
It reminded him of the one we got almost 10 years ago in The Paris casino in Las Vegas.
8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?
Well, haha, actually… funny story.
Mc, namely her rampant thick-headed romantic denial, is based completely on me.
Story time, huh?
Enter stage left: a girl I was friends with in secondary school (uuuhh… i think that’s middle school –> high school period for youst in the colonies) who liked me romantically.I think because I told her I was bi she assumed I’d have to be into her…? She never outright said she liked me, but… she was super touchy despite me saying no. I didn’t like her that way, but I was too young and wobbly to properly tell her to back off. Every time she made a move on me I was uncomfortable, and it got to the point where I became severely haphephobic and adverse to touching of any kind. I couldn’t even hug my own parents. Even after I cut off from her it took me almost a year to get over it.
… But yeah, the whole time I was completely in denial about her liking me romantically. It was a mix of genuine denial, anxiousness and insecurity, and… sort of my way of keeping away from dealing with her feelings? I was scared of her. And I knew deep down eventually I’d have to turn her down and that would start a shitstorm of uncalculatable proportions.
Having been through that made me understand romantic density in a way I don’t think many others do. I’m never frustrated by a character assuming someone doesn’t like them because I’ve been in their shoes. And when writing Aggre, just for once, I wanted to insert myself into a situation where the attention I was receiving was positive and something I wanted- not something that was being forced on me.