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"A lesson is learned but the damage is irreversible"

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a discussion on sexual orientation

me:
*explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
classmate:
wait, what's polyamory?
me:
well, it's when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
professor:
*overhears from front of class*
professor:
that is d i s g u s t i n g
me:
*defensively* um, actually, no it's--
professor:
how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
me:
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professor:
it should be polyerosy

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romanticizing closeness

"I hate when people stare at me when I sleep. Don’t stare at me, creep."

It was past midnight, but we weren’t in bed. We were just sitting somewhere in the Old Town and discussing relationships. I didn’t get a chance to stare at her while she’s sleeping - but back then, I wished I did.

And I remember all those close, warm moments - when she fell asleep with her head on my chest, which calmed me down so much I fell asleep without pills for the first time in months. When our bodies were entangled, hers like lava, only smoother. When I invited her to sleep next to me, and she did, but I kept my promised boundaries and just fell asleep to the fading vision of her smiling. The time when she started dreaming while we were still kinda talking, her dream mixed into our discussion. When we watched Dylan Moran and fell asleep on her bed still dressed, and her brother walked in, smiled, and left us alone.

And I still dislike romanticizing things as a concept, but today? I’ll keep these nice memories while I’m falling asleep alone.

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Fond memories

I could hear the front door open from my room, and I smiled for a split second, until I remembered I’m in Stockholm with a coworker, and not in Õismäe with my favorite flatmate.

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She was asleep with a content expression on her face, and I realized she’s the first person who holds both of my hands while sleeping. And I appreciated the closeness without worries.

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The rest of my family went back to the hotel, but I developed an obsession with the spring, and arranged rocks and dead branches into moats and played around with the clean, delicious mountain water until my feet and fingers were as cold as the water itself. Two decades before Minecraft existed, I realized exploring the nature alone and folding it subtly is a rewarding experience.

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I laughed as I got pushed out of the window into the courtyard. I walked around the corner of the house and conquered the front door and enjoyed the little skirmish with a bipolar stranger, a friend of a friend, on a trip after a trip. Inside jokes formed fluently, we made fun of passers-by, ate ice cream, mixed juice with vodka, and it felt like a careless childhood summer for a while again.

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