A Cloudy-Headed, Story-Loving, Simple-Minded Fool
Tell me whatever you want. It's okay, I keep quiet.
I'm Victor, and so far, I'm 21. Sometimes I think, sometimes I don't. Both can be witnessed here.
Friendly note that I tag the heck out of things so I can more easily find them later on.
23rd May 2011
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[I caught this conversation medias in res. They're deep into the conversation, and she's venting to him, he's just listening]
But why did you date so many guys if you don't even like them?
[thinking] Well, I told you, I wanted to give them a chance...I guess I miss the idea of a relationship, the details.
[listening, nodding at her to continue]
Like my ex, the one who really mattered, he tried to teach me how to play the guitar - [pause, smiles] I still suck. [her smile widens, bemused and nostalgic]
[smiling, still quietly listening]
And later, on his bed, he'd read stories to me.
[mumbling something remembering how strict she is with grammar] ...You said he's dyslexic, right?
Yeah. But I loved him, and he tried hard, so that didn't matter.