UPDATE
hi everyone. it’s really nice to see all the support i’ve gotten from everyone who commented on my post, but the consensus was that i (22F) should talk to John (25M)
i did, and three months ago, we had a heart to heart conversation about what happened in London. John told me that Sarah somehow found out his place of work, tried stalking him, and telling all his London coworkers that they were in a relationship, getting her invited to pubs with them, etc. John said that her behavior was very disturbing and that was why he was so fazed when he saw her here—he just didn’t expect it.
honestly, I feel horrible. my fiancé was going through something that i couldnt even imagine and i iced him out for a week because of my own insecurities regarding my sister. i truly do love him so much but this feels like a hurdle that we cannot get over. even though it’s been three months, the guilt still eats away at me, and its tough to think that i was the bad person in the situation, but it’s true.
john and i took it a bit slower. we went on a break for a month and got back together a month and a half ago. i don’t know where we stand anymore—it’s like our relationship has gone back to the early days of us being awkward seventeen and twenty year olds, and it’s not a place i want to be in with him.
I’ve completely cut Sarah and my parents out of my life. John encouraged me to do so, as they were all incredibly toxic, and id like to think that we are slowly building our relationship back up again. It’s tough, and I’m not going to lie.
all in all, I’m heartbroken, and I feel like I’ve lost all the trust that he had in me. I didnt think that what I did was truly irrational, but looking back, (and from a conversation with John) I realize that I was the one in the wrong, and it’s been hard to admit to myself.
john went on a few half-dates with a coworker of his before we got back together, and I can’t even bring myself to feel pained about it. he’s expressed before that it’s lucky that we’re getting a chance together again, and I don’t want to mess that up.
we’ve been dating for five years, and I don’t want to throw it all away by being a jealous person, so I hope that this post brings the closure that the other post needed.

"Here comes the airplane!" sang my husband, John, as he waved a forkful of scrambled eggs in my face.
"You're such an idiot," I laughed. I opened my mouth.
We were at our favourite cafe, 'Heavenly,' on a glorious Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed in and illuminated the rising stream from countless mugs of coffee and tottering stacks of pancakes. The place was packed.
"We've all know that for years!" Oscar the owner called out. People chuckled.
Moments later, a short, skinny woman, probably in her early-twenties, with bright purple hair passed by our table. As soon as she saw John, she froze. He did the exact same thing.
They stared at each other. The woman glanced at me and quickly walked away. I noticed several white horizontal scars on her upper arm.
John looked dazed. His forehead and upper lip were sweaty.
"Who was that?"
"Huh?"
"Who. Was. That. John?"
He shook his head and looked away. "Nobody."
John was tight-lipped all the way home. He kept his eyes fixed on the road.
I talked faster. And louder. My whole body felt wound tight. Images flashed through my mind: me leaving him, living somewhere else, our divorce....
That night, I watched John read the kids a bedtime story. Calmly and tenderly. Whatever he'd done, John was an amazing father. I knew he'd set himself on fire before he'd ever let harm come to our children.
We were in our bedroom.
"I had a run-in with her. But I've done nothing wrong."
"So you do know her?"
"Well all have a past, Maddie."
"And what does that mean?"
"Well, even you have a past...."
I stared at him, suddenly fearful. Then I lost it.
"That was years ago! I was a completely different person! You know this. How could you...." I fell silent. Tears sprang into my eyes.
He stared at me, stony-faced.
"Drop it," he warned me.
The next morning, I walked into Heavenly.
"Morning, Oscar!"
He attempted a smile.
"Listen, Oscar, I know this sounds crazy, but... there's a woman with purple hair. She was here -"
"I remember."
"I know it's weird but I need to talk to her. Does she come often?"
I noticed the silence. I looked around me but everyone looked down at their plates.
As I left, I distinctly heard a voice say "so it's true...."
At 5 pm I got into the elevator. I'd used it for 5 years, but had never really noticed how nice it was. I couldn't wait to get home and hug my kids. And squeeze them. And even see John. For better or worse....
In the lobby, two police officers were waiting for me. I froze.
"Maddie Burns?" said the young one.
My legs felt weak.
"Your husband called us. We want to question you about the disappearance of Violet Cas."
My stomach turned, but I straightened up and looked them dead in the eye. I raised my voice.
"You mean my husband, the child abuser?"

I received a call from an 800 number today. The man on the phone was American, judging by his accent (or lack thereof, being that I live in SoCal). He said his name was Mike and that he was calling from Apple ID Support (or something along those lines). He then explained that they had received a request on my Apple ID account to change my email address, and that this request was made from Vancouver, Canada. He then asked if I was the one who made this request, to which I replied "No."
I was already semi-certain that this was a scam, but I like to mess with these guys, so I humored him. Next, he asked if he could send a code to my phone so that he could confirm my identity, to which I replied "sure." This is where it got scary. I am 38 years old and a web developer. I know what a legitimate Apple MFA popup looks like. While I was on this phone call, I had the call on speaker and I was in another unrelated app (not a browser). The message I then received was not a text message. An actual Apple MFA box popped up on my phone screen over the app I was currently using, saying something along the lines of "Did you request that your email address be changed?" with Confirm and Deny option buttons. I clicked deny. I then explained to the rep that I still felt that this might be a scam call. He assured me that it wasn't and encouraged me to go to apple.com/support to look up the phone number on this page and call them back on said number. He never resorted to calling me names or getting nasty like all scammers have done in the past when I've called them out. I told the person that I would call them back and hung up.
So I googled the number they called from, and it's a legitimate Apple Support number. I called the number back and was connected to Apple Care support. During this call, I received another MFA message asking me to confirm my identity, and since I knew I made this call to a legitimate number, I confirmed and was connected to an agent. The agent told me that Apple will NEVER call you in response to an email address change, and also confirmed that no attempts to change any emails had occurred on my account. She also said that she had no record of any calls being made to me by Apple support today. All of this confirms that the call I received was indeed a scam, but I'm still in disbelief mostly because of a few key factors:

• The scammer was able to send a legitimate MFA message/question to my phone.
• The scammer didn't freak out when I accused them of being a scammer.
• The scammer encouraged me to call the number back and to visit apple.com to find a support number myself in order to call them back rather than cutting the call.

I'm not surprised that they were able to spoof the Apple support number, but the rest is mind-blowing.
Has anyone else experienced anything like this? I am floored by the level of sophistication that was employed here. What are your thoughts?

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Moses and Jesus are seen as Prophets in Islam. They both worship the One true God, Allah ( The God ) and they preach Islam, and do miracles with the permission of Allah. Muslims will then say if you look into the bible then you will see references pointing out that this is the fragments of Islamic text like Jesus bowing to the father or Moses worshiping One God and saying your Lord is One.
But this is generally a dishonest tactic because what the Muslims do is they rely on question begging that somehow our bible originally subscribe to their ideas of what a Biblical Prophets should be. They know the bible is "corrupted", they admit they reject the bible but at the same time they will references verses of the bible while knowing our bible is corrupted and say that you will find Muhammad in the bible or "Look, this is similar to worshipping Allah".
I'm here to disprove this claim and convince y'all none of the biblical Prophets have belief similar or 1 to 1 with Islam. Therefore, none of them preach Islam and the idea of Islamic Jesus of Moses are just question begging fallacies or an appealment to a mysterious Islamic dead see scrolls.

1. Moses worship and professes to a God eternally named Yahweh (Exodus 3:15) (Shirk)
2. Moses practice Sabbath, a Holy day which is a day that God rests (Exodus 16:23; 20:8) (Blasphemy, God can't rest in Islam, especially celebrating a holiday where God rested is blasphemy)
3. Moses allowed the beatings of Slave near death with a club (Exodus 21:20) ( This is Haram, Islam forbids the mistreatment of slavery, if a slaves is mistreated then the slaves must be manumitted)
4. Moses allowed the Stoning of Children who dishonor their parents (Exodus 21:17) ( Honor killing is haram in Islam)
5. Moses call for the destruction of the gentiles and their sacred objects (Exodus 23:24) (This is a violation of the Sharia, Muslims can't kill people unless they are combatants, Muslims also can't destroy their object of worship)
6. Moses forbids those to make treaties to Gentiles in their lands, in future expansions and forbid any gentiles to live in their land ( Exodus 23:31-33) (Exodus 34:12-16) (This is also a violation, Sharia allows Dhimmis to have treaties, practice their religion, and live in Muslim lands)
7. Moses commands the Jews to offer burnt offerings, spices and incense to God in his holy sanctuary, this is because God lives in them (Exodus 25: 1-9) (Blasphemy, offerings are haram because its superstition, also in Islam God can't be residing in creation)
8. Moses commanded the Israelites to mold 2 angels on top of the Ark of Covenant (Exodus 25: 19-22) (This is Haram, Islam is iconoclastic and making living images is a sin)
9. Moses instruct those that whoever desecrates the Sabbath shall be put to death, and anyone who works during Sabbath, shall be cut from the Community (Exodus 31: 12-17) (Again, Blasphemy)
10. Moses ordained all Religious objects, Priestly garments and praying sites with Gold (Exodus 36-40) (Gold is haram in Islam)
    
11. Turning water into wine John 2:11 (Alcohol is prohibited)
    
12. Jesus spare the adulterer John 8:1-11 (Adultery is to be put to death)
    
13. Jesus baptized Matthew 3:13-16 (Jesus baptized, Muhammad doesn't teach that)
    
14. Jesus say marrying to divorcees is akin to adultery Matthew 5-32:33 (Islam encourages men to marry divorced women)
    
15. Jesus numerous times calling God, "The Father" (Shirk by associating to him to creature)
    
16. Jesus is the way, truth and life John 14:6 (Shirk, No sane prophet would say this) ( remember Mansur Al-Hallaj Ana 'l-Haqq)
    
17. Jesus forgives Sin Matthew 9:1-8(Shirk, only God does that)
    
18. Jesus grant Peter the ability to bind and loose laws Matthew 16: 17-20 (Shirk, When did Muhammad says O'Uthman I will grant you Keys to Jannah so you can bind laws to heaven and earth)
    
19. Jesus profess that he is "The Lord" Matthew 12:8 (Again, Shirk)
    
20. Jesus say Before Abraham was, I Am John 8:48-59 ( Ultra Shirk, Professing divinity and Omnipresence)
    

Some of you may object and say well Muslims deny our books but at the same time believe in the idea of 2 completely different persons of the bible. But then again its a contradiction because they ultimately don't know the biblical Prophets and they don't know their own books. The word Injil is Arabic word for Evangelion which mean gospels or good news. Now how can that be? Muslims believe Jesus spread the Gospel only for the Jews. But the original Gospels were Aramaic so how did it become a Greek translated scripture in the first place

My dad died and now I feel disconnected from everyone, especially my significant other.
TLDR; My dad died November 2023 after an awful/traumatizing 11 months watching him suffer with an aggressive cancer. He was only 70. I’m 25 years old. After 5 months, i’m still struggling so much. I feel so disconnected from everyone and feel incapable of feeling love or positive emotion especially toward my significant other. Looking to hear from anyone who’s gone through something similar and come out on the other side.
My dad and I were so close. I spoke to him multiple times per day and he knew every single thing that would happen in my life. I have such a hole in my life since his absence. Being 25, I feel too young to lose my dad - even though I know many people lose their parents even younger :( I feel like I just reached the age at which I could truly appreciate my dad as a friend, rather than just a parent, and now he’s gone. There are so many events I want him to be at in my life such as my wedding, meeting my future children, seeing me work as a physician (i just graduated med school, his absence at match day and graduation the past few months was unbearable). I struggle with the fact that he won’t be here for the rest of the milestones in my life. I feel envious of the people around me who have both their parents in good health and seem to take it for granted or not recognize how much of a privilege that is.
My main concern and reason for writing this post is because of a deep disconnected feeling I have with everyone in my life. My partner (26 yo M) and I have struggled so much since my dad died. We moved in together 5 months before my dad died (horrible timing). Our problems seem to stem from an inability of my partner to understand where I am at, since he has never experienced loss or heartbreak. He often struggles to know what to say and despite trying to be supportive, often says invalidating comments or other things that set me off. I feel much more irritable than ever before and lack patience when this happens. Even though I used to be a very patient person - this leads to self confidence issues now as well since my partner will say things like “I don’t recognize you anymore” when we argue. I have suggested he read this thread to get advice from people who have gone through this, and he did do that and has improved slightly from that. I have to give him credit because he continues to try to improve. My biggest worry is that even when things are going well, I still just feel empty around him. I feel no connection to him (or anyone in my life expect my mom) like I used to. I feel hollow and just like I am going through the motions, incapable of feeling love. It even feels hard to say words of endearment like “i miss you” which I often used to do. I have no desire for intimacy - not even hugging or snuggling. I just want to be alone constantly and feel bothered by everything, even things that I used to enjoy. He is understanding but now that it has been 5 months I feel like he’s ready for me to be “back to normal” and I am not.
I should add that before all of this, my feelings about my boyfriend were very different and I was pretty set on spending the rest of my life with him. He even asked for my dads blessing to marry me in the hospital before he died. Now I continuously fear whether our problems are due to my own mental health or a problem in our relationship. I feel like I have been forced to mature in ways that he has not, after going through so much. This leads to me feeling frustrated or disinterested when he talks about such trivial matters which comprise his daily life. The result is that I feel disconnected and incapable of love, then constantly worry about why this is happening.
I am seeing a therapist who specializes in grief and have been for over 1.5 years, since I started going when I anticipated the loss of my dad was imminent. I know that I have generalized anxiety disorder and probably have a little bit of PTSD according to my therapist from seeing my dad suffer so much during his illness. I just have never felt this disconnected empty feeling and I constantly question if the problem is my relationship or if it is my life situation.
Has anyone been through something similar with a significant other and come out on the other side? I am scared that my relationship is broken. Please help.

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If issues still persist despite the efforts made in this thread, report the issue to cricut.

⭐⭐Print then Cut users⭐⭐
Calibrate your machine right after an update as your calibration settings will not carry over into the latest update. Follow the advice of the calibration guide. Then do a test print then cut of your project using plain printer paper.
If for some reason after calibration your cuts are still inaccurate, clear cache (the troubleshooting guide above this) and try calibration again.

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What has changed (Desktop v8.30.64)? Update on May 6, 2024.

Fixed field issues: This release

• The ability to customize the Card project enables users to select specific sizes and personalize them according to their preferences.
  
• After disabling specific contours, the bounding box encloses the remaining ones within the Canvas.
  
• Images not uploading.
  
• Upon selecting, it appears that some of the ‘Make It Now’ projects in the Canvas have disappeared.
  
• Right-clicking and selecting “View image sets” from the Layers panel often displays irrelevant images.
  

Last 6 weeks:
Over the last 6 weeks we've fixed 74 software defects, including the following priority field issues and reliability concerns:

• The ability to customize the Card project enables users to select specific sizes and personalize them according to their preferences.
  
• After disabling specific contours, the bounding box encloses the remaining ones within the Canvas.
  
• Images not uploading.
  
• Upon selecting, it appears that some of the ‘Make It Now’ projects in the Canvas have disappeared.
  
• Right-clicking and selecting “View image sets” from the Layers panel often displays irrelevant images.
  
• Selecting certain fonts in the font selection process is causing delays in rendering on the Canvas
  
• The text box fails to load on the Canvas, and adding a text field in Chinese is not possible
  
• Changes made to the latest project are lost upon sharing.
  

- Draw projects are being opened as cuts instead of drawings, resulting in a color change.
- Save a project on iOS, then open it on desktop, and notice that the changes fail to appear.

• The Canvas tab disappears and it takes longer for the Canvas tab to load.
  
• The saved project only shows letters on the Canvas, but double-tapping the text box reveals the entire sentences.
  
• After finishing cutting the mat that's off-screen, the scrollbar scrolled back to the top instead of moving to the next mat.
  
• My Stuff doesn't show any projects, and the collection is displayed without a name.
  
• Follow button is not working on profile page
  
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• There are performance issues with Warp, as it takes more than a second to enter edit mode and experiences lag when additional characters are entered. Additionally, after completing editing and clicking outside the box, there is a delay.
  
• There's no prompt to confirm unsaved changes, and the previous unsaved Canvas disappears without any notification to replace or save it.
  
• Using the keyboard shortcut cmd + shift + left arrow key to highlight everything results in improper rendering of the highlight.
  
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-After completing the cut with Print Then Cut and Basic Cut operations attached, the mat remains unloaded.
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Version 5.67.0 was released on May 13, 2024.

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TLDR; My dad died November 2023 after an awful/traumatizing 11 months watching him suffer with an aggressive cancer. He was only 70. I’m 25 years old. After 5 months, i’m still struggling so much. I feel so disconnected from everyone and feel incapable of feeling love or positive emotion especially toward my significant other. Looking to hear from anyone who’s gone through something similar and come out on the other side.
My dad and I were so close. I spoke to him multiple times per day and he knew every single thing that would happen in my life. I have such a hole in my life since his absence. Being 25, I feel too young to lose my dad - even though I know many people lose their parents even younger :( I feel like I just reached the age at which I could truly appreciate my dad as a friend, rather than just a parent, and now he’s gone. There are so many events I want him to be at in my life such as my wedding, meeting my future children, seeing me work as a physician (i just graduated med school, his absence at match day and graduation the past few months was unbearable). I struggle with the fact that he won’t be here for the rest of the milestones in my life. I feel envious of the people around me who have both their parents in good health and seem to take it for granted or not recognize how much of a privilege that is.
My main concern and reason for writing this post is because of a deep disconnected feeling I have with everyone in my life. My partner (26 yo M) and I have struggled so much since my dad died. We moved in together 5 months before my dad died (horrible timing). Our problems seem to stem from an inability of my partner to understand where I am at, since he has never experienced loss or heartbreak. He often struggles to know what to say and despite trying to be supportive, often says invalidating comments or other things that set me off. I feel much more irritable than ever before and lack patience when this happens. Even though I used to be a very patient person - this leads to self confidence issues now as well since my partner will say things like “I don’t recognize you anymore” when we argue. I have suggested he read this thread to get advice from people who have gone through this, and he did do that and has improved slightly from that. I have to give him credit because he continues to try to improve. My biggest worry is that even when things are going well, I still just feel empty around him. I feel no connection to him (or anyone in my life expect my mom) like I used to. I feel hollow and just like I am going through the motions, incapable of feeling love. It even feels hard to say words of endearment like “i miss you” which I often used to do. I have no desire for intimacy - not even hugging or snuggling. I just want to be alone constantly and feel bothered by everything, even things that I used to enjoy. He is understanding but now that it has been 5 months I feel like he’s ready for me to be “back to normal” and I am not.
I should add that before all of this, my feelings about my boyfriend were very different and I was pretty set on spending the rest of my life with him. He even asked for my dads blessing to marry me in the hospital before he died. Now I continuously fear whether our problems are due to my own mental health or a problem in our relationship. I feel like I have been forced to mature in ways that he has not, after going through so much. This leads to me feeling frustrated or disinterested when he talks about such trivial matters which comprise his daily life. The result is that I feel disconnected and incapable of love, then constantly worry about why this is happening.
I am seeing a therapist who specializes in grief and have been for over 1.5 years, since I started going when I anticipated the loss of my dad was imminent. I know that I have generalized anxiety disorder and probably have a little bit of PTSD according to my therapist from seeing my dad suffer so much during his illness. I just have never felt this disconnected empty feeling and I constantly question if the problem is my relationship or if it is my life situation.
Has anyone been through something similar with a significant other and come out on the other side? I am scared that my relationship is broken. Please help.

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

***Lily*** “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run off when I did. I should’ve known you would have my best interests at heart,” I whisper.
“I… I don’t have a heart…” He chuckles meekly.
I chuckle too and respond, “Still, you’re as generous as you are funny. Strong as you are quick. And clever as you are funny. As annoying as it can be sometimes.”
I laugh again. After a moment, I can feel the awkwardness lift as he chuckled then started to move his arms. Suddenly he hugs me back, tightly. Something wet ran down my cheek and I hear him murmur something and ask, “Did you say something?”
“What? No.” He says. He then pushes me back as he says, “Oh crap! We forgot to get you leather armor!”
“Now, now dearie. Believe it or not, we actually took care of it while you were running around looking for her.” Silkie says coming up towards us down the stairs.
“Oh. How did you…” he starts to say as he looks towards me. He then stops and stares at me for a minute. “What happened to your hair?” He asks.
“Oh! This? Believe it or not, this is my original hair color. Do you… do you like it?” I ask back.
“I do. It really is captivating.” He says, putting his hat back on.
I smile. Afterwards, we turn towards the voice that yells, “Yargh! All done. Let’s see how it fits now, yargh.”
It’s Mr. Doe holding the leather armor from before. “That was fast.” Silkie says.
“Yargh. I’ve done me fair share of tanning. This be nothing to a mighty man of the sea, yargh.” He says.
I get up and go over to try them on again.
“Hey John. You got here fast. Did you lock up shop already?” Wabbajack asks him.
“Lock? Why would I lock up me shop, yargh.” He answers.
There is a moment of silence at that statement.
“You’re joking. Right?” Wabbajack asks.
After I am done putting on the leather gloves, shin-guards, and breastplate, I notice that the gloves and shin-guards fit better, and the breastplate conforms a lot better to my shape than before too. “Wow, this is a lot better!” I announce.
“Wow, that is an impressive refit.” Silkie adds.
“Refit? From who?” Wabbajack asks.
“That was Iris’s old assassin armor.” Silkie answers.
Wabbajack looks back at the armor for a minute. Afterwards, he just says, “Impressive refit.”
I then to puff my face in annoyance.
Silkie looks back at Mr. John Doe and asks, “I gotta say, your skills with leather is astonishing but, I don’t think that you quite have what it takes to run your Own business. What do you say you come work for us? Open up your shop here? That way, you can focus on your leatherworks and we can handle your business side of things.”
He takes a puff of his corn-cob pipe and says, “Yargh, well. That would be a lot more fun for me too, yargh. Mayhaps…” He then shakes his head as he says, “Yargh, I can’t. I already have a shop. I can’t abandon it, yargh.”
At that point, a ball of eyeballs with a funny hat float towards him. It then says, “Observer 2-5-6-9 reporting. You are Mr. John Doe, correct?”
“Yargh, that be I. Who’s asking?” Mr. Doe responds.
“Observer 2-5-6-9. I regret to inform you that your store, “The Blubbering Walrus”, has been ransacked and looted. All items, including the boards that made the structure, were taken. We apologize for your loss. Would you like to make a report?” it answers in an almost robotic tone.
“Yargh! What! Me entire store is gone!” Mr. Doe exclaims.
What did you expect? You left the store unsupervised and unlocked. Still, it Is kinda surprising to hear that they took the Structure as well.
“Yes. Unfortunately, none of your items, or building, were insured by the Dimensional Union of Multiplying Basic Opportunities, so you will not be compensated for the loss of any of your stock. We wish you luck in your future endeavors.” It says as it floats towards me.
“Observer 2-5-6-9, reporting. Are you Lily Extravagund?” it then asks me.
“Um, yes?” I answer.
“I regret to inform you that your picnic basket was stolen in the recent raid on the “Blubbering Walrus”. Unfortunately, none of your items were insured by the Dimensional Union of Multiplying Basic Opportunities, so you will not be compensated for the loss. We apologize and wish you luck in your future endeavers.” It then floats away.
“Okay… that was interesting.” I say.
“You might want to reconsider her offer.” Wabbajack says.
“Yargh, business is hard. Very well madame. If you really think me works are worthy, I’ll reopen the Blubbering Walrus here. Although, I will need me own tools, yargh.” He says, offering his hand.
“That’s all well and good but, unfortunately, I am not the person to decide that. That would be up to Iris.” Silkie says, crossing two of her arms and putting one against her cheek and the other on her hip.
“Who? Yargh.” He asks.
“My sis.” Wabbajack says.
“Yargh! That be a surprise. Any advice?” Mr. Doe asks Wabbajack.
As helpful as ever, Wabbajack just shrugs. He then goes, “OH! Buffalo wings! She loves those.”
Silence.
“Don’t worry dear, I’ll put in a good word for you.” Silkie says. “Go ahead and wait down here while I go talk to her.” She says as she goes back up the stairs.
“Looks like you’re on the fast track to being part of the family John.” Wabbajack mentions, offering his hand.
Mr. Doe takes a puff and takes it. They then perform a vigorous shake. He then takes another puff and goes back to the cafeteria.
Wabbajack looks back towards me and asks, “Well. Take two, are you ready to try getting a familiar?”
I adjust all my new gear. From my mask and emblem to my still-empty quiver, all the way to my new shin-guards. Making sure that it’s comfortable. I then let out a chuckle. Wabbajack asks, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’m just starting to feel like a Real adventurer.” I answer.
He laughs. I then let out a laugh as well.
I then skip towards the door. As I am skipping, I look over my shoulder and say, “Come on! We still got to head to Mogsten’s!”
He adjusts his hat and says, “Coming!” He then starts walking behind me and says, “Hey! Shouldn’t You be following Me?”
I chuckle as I say, “Well then, move faster!”
I hear him chuckle as he immediately catches up to me.
We open the door and head on out back to Mogsten’s. I stay close to Wabbajack so not to get lost again. I eventually look back up to the sky, between the clouds and the flying creatures with and without cities on their back. It’s all so crazy. I feel more alive than I have felt in, well, ever. A month ago, I would have laughed someone out of town if they had told me a place like this existed. Now, I can’t help but imagine what else is out there. There must be So much if Wabbajack, with how much he has seen and done, if he still gets surprised every now and again. Magic is real, and it is Improved with science. A thought occurs however so I ask, “Hey, is there more than what’s here or is there other countries or whatever they might be called?”
He puts a finger to his chin and answers, “Well, it goes on forever. It’s all Spiritopia but there are different cultures depending how far out you go. Up is typically for the people who enjoy flying as opposed to walking and down is for the people who prefer something overhead at all times, like molemen, certain kinds of vampires, and some reptile people. The list goes on.” He then points to the right and says, “If I’m not turned around again, that should be towards the oceanic district, for the ones who enjoy or need to be moisturized at all times. The other way is the forest district where people who enjoy that kind of place. Personally, I have thought about a treehouse myself. Each kind of district offers unique kinds of goods but, the city district, the place that we are at now, offers goods from all of them but it’s more generalized. The forest district offers some unique fruits and poisons that aren’t sold here for example. But, unless you are looking for something incredibly specific, you should be able to find it here.”
“Wow… this place goes on forever huh?” I say amazed. I then ask, “What about sandy areas? Are there species who need that kind of environment?”
He shrugs and says, “Well, before you get to the oceanic district, there is quite a bit of sand. Not to mention, sand bathing is surprisingly popular so there are businesses here that offer that service. But, not exactly popular material to build on. Some people like to go camping there however.”
It’s like a veritable playground. I ask another question, “Now that I think about it, was this place always like this or were there people who cultivated it like this?”
He tilts his head as he answers, “Well, that’s the thing with certain dimensions. Some just are. This is a perfect example of that kind of place. There is no history, no records, or no previous involvement. This place was just paved and ready for the first group of people who came by. Although, what was weird, even by my standards, was that there were Detailed instructions on how to cultivate All this. That is the only time that had Ever happened AND people following it.”
“Wait. Instructions? So… Someone left it?” I ask.
“Well, yes. Someone had to. The problem is, there was no traces on it whatsoever. It’s like it came with the dimension.” He answers, pointing a finger in the air.
“And that doesn’t happen often?” I ask as well.
“Well, the instructions part is actually pretty common. But it was discovered by a group of people with the diversity and skill that were willing to follow it. That. That takes planning of an extraordinary scale. Most people, even with the instructions, just ignore it and start doing their own thing. Which usually causes problems down the road. Hubs like this are rare admittedly. Especially as free as it is.” He answers again, this time scratching his head.
“So, is Spiritopia one of a kind?” I ask.
“As far as I know but, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was another similar to it however.” He says, as he walks normally again.
I look forward to try and process all this stuff but, as I do, I see Mogsten’s sign over his tent.
Before we walk in, I stop Wabbajack.
“Hmm? Don’t tell me your having doubts now, are you?” he asks.
I shake my head and say, “I Have to know something.”
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Is chewed gum really an ingredient in certain things?” I ask.
He lets out a laugh as he answers, “Surprisingly. The fact that they are pre-chewed make it easier to get samples from certain creatures. For example, would you rather get venom directly from a snake or trick it with some gum and extract it that way?”
“I guess that is a possibility…” I say.
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s Definitely not as concentrated as pure extract but, it’s usually good enough for moderate level stuff.” He explains.
We stand there for a minute. He then asks, “Was that all?”
I snap out of it and say, “Oh! Yes. Let’s do this!” I then march right through the flap towards the surprisingly large inside.
As we enter, we see Mogsten, in full on bit mode, with a customer. Looks like a fishman.
“Yes. It is quite a rare piece. I don’t see how I could sell it for anything less than, say, a thousand currency?” I hear him say.
“A thousand! Forget that! I would buy it for twenty currency.” The fishman says.
“But sir, giant’s horns are indeed rare. Not to mention to find one willing to give it up is even More difficult. I don’t know when I would ever get another one! Nine hundred fifty.” Mogsten states.
“Ha! Nine hundred fifty? Dude, this shop is terrible! If you don’t want me to spread the word around that you rip off your customers with absurd prices Gnome!” He pauses and grabs the horn. He then says, “Then I guess the price on this is free. Ha!”
“Actually, nine hundred fifty is a pretty fair price for a giant’s horn.” Wabbajack points out.
“And who asked…” he starts to say as he turns around. He then sees Wabbajack and panics “A-a-a-a. You! Crap! Look, don’t kill me man! Look, I’ll give you the horn! Just, don’t hurt me!”
“Umm, that horn isn’t yours though. You haven’t paid Mr. Mogsten for it yet.” I point out.
“Shut up you brat! I ain’t talking to you! Besides, he’s a Gnome. What’s he gonna do? Throw rocks at me?” the fishman says.
Wabbajack steps towards him and he just falls backwards. Before the fishman can even mouth whatever he wants to say, Wabbajack says, “One, this “brat” is a very good friend of mine. Two, gnome or not, you don’t just take whatever products you want just because you feel like it. Three, that gnome could easily kill you in any number of ways. And four, you won’t make any friends if you continue being as rude as you have been.”
I see a puddle appear on the floor and some gasping. He then just falls flat. He looks like he is still breathing.
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S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss

S, I'm sorry I let 10 years go by, even if it's meaningless to you
Reposting my letters, to satisfy my own heart, to give it once last false hope that they might be found, before I fade away
Dear S.R.D.,
My once person, the love I had to walk away from, a memory lost, fading away.
My memory has always been a broken thing. A blessing, the gift of truly forgetting. A hard drive that pre-programed to wipe things past a certain point, a built in expiration date. A blessing in the ability to move forward, but a curse, when I don't want to let go. My long term memory is broken and always has been.
I hold on with all the strength I have. I replay memories weekly and daily in hopes that they will remain. But no matter the struggle, these thumbnails and Metadata in the cache, they mean nothing as the original files disappear.
I'm heartbroken, knowing that these pieces I held so dear will fade away, many already have. I'm filled with questions, grasping to keep you near. Were hyenas your favorite animal? Did you like the Ace of Spades best? Did I once buy you a stuffie? Was it a girrafe? Did you like the show Archer? Did we watch it at night together while I fell asleep in your arms? Did you help me create the tattoo I wear proudly over my shoulders? Did you prefer Joker and Harley.. or was it Ivy? Didn't you tell me all about it while you played with my hair? It's almost gone now...
You told me once about your gamertag, but I can't recall... You bared your heart to me about a childhood memory, but the details are gone... You smiled so vibrantly about your nephew but I don't remember why... Did you love me as fiercely and deeply as I believed, or have a been a fool filling in memory gaps with made of stories..
I want to ask you all these things. I want to hear you recount our time together so that I may keep your memory close with a new one filled with your soothing voice. But I have long since been forgotten, you have long since moved on and it is all in the past. It doesn't matter to anyone but me, no sane person holds on this long. It's not romantic or endearing, it's sad and concerning.
I can't ask you, and I can't ask anyone else. I can't even talk to anyone about any of this. So for tonight, in the quiet of this sleeping home, I will let my heartbreak and I will let the tears flow and I will grieve for all I am losing. And when eventually these last remnants fade away despite my fighting and holding on, there will at least be these letters to the void, proof that I loved a love that was deeper than love....
From CR.C.R., a beautiful disaster, a stupid and foolish human, a long forgotten memory, a trace from the edge of the abyss
Edit: I thought of another question, I felt the need to include above..

I have seen some crossovers with Harry and Kantai Collection, but none of them have made him into a ship girl. The biggest one was Harry and the Shipgirls where he gets to live with a Japanese Battleship and a Abbles Princess as his sister. The close is Harm becomes a shipgirl. Others have him as a leader of something at Most.
This idea is that Lily did something to protect Harry as a child...the thing she did was an old way to summon ship spirits. She summons a ship spirit that combines with him. Somehow she summons the USS Milwaukee, the lead ship of her class from the American civil war.
Tunny not wanting to deal with Harry when she finds him on the doorstep sends him to live with an old family member that was both a wizard and in the US Navy. The year Harry gets his letter to Hogwarts, something happens to cause him to change and become a shipgirl. He gets the letter and somehow the return does not state about his sex change or that he changed his name. Since his guardians know about magic they do not need the teacher to visit. So no visit from Hagrid.
Due to her changes, she is also a very armed warship that someone gets listed as part of the US Navy, though she is a very outdated ship. The magical side of the navy where she does have some use at some point later in her life. The downside is that she now looks about 8 years old since most ships look like they are the age of roughly their weight. Since she was a lightweight back then she did get some bump in age to not look like a 5-year-old.
So on the train, everyone is looking for Harry Potter who should be a boy with dark hair and a scar and glasses. She is not one of those, and her crew offered the Dark Price of Tommy's loaded soul a choice when the change happened. Become part of the crew or get torn up. Well, it decided to join the crew and no longer can take over or deal with the real Riddle.
As she is the last student standing there for the sorting and no one knows who she is she hands Mrs. G the updated paperwork with her new name and everything about her which causes all kinds of chaos that night. She is now a girl and is now named Milwaukee Potter. She is also an A person from the States which causes all kinds of shit later down the road.
It soon comes out that she is a magical creature you could say and her crew hating to Snape. At some point, she asks in his insults if he is asking for War with her crew. He makes an offhand comment about yes....the gloves come off after that as the crew come up with new and fun ways to make his life hell with jokes and actions. Nothing that hurt him, just poke fun at him to hell.
She really does love to cruise the lake over the next few years which leads her to know every inch of the lake though.
Tommy tries to kidnap her to get the stone and gets run through by her guns and crew. She does not care about the challenge of the third level since she has a bunch of crew that keep her from doing dumb things at times.
2nd year, do you want to call the very armed ship a dark lord at all? As for the chamber and fighting the very big snake? Can you say boom from 4 11-inch cannons?
3rd year...Do you think some idiot is going to hurt me? I mean I have very big guns damn it. Besides, Black do you surrender to the US Navy since you did the crimes of trying to harm the ship along with Peter? There is nothing that Fudge can do since he does give up to a different government and the crimes against them are not active.
4th year. So you want me a ship to be in your game as a person from a different country? Things get very nasty when the Navy and government get into the mix, so so gets to be the rep of the US Navy in this whole shit storm. The dragon...no one said how to deal with it.....
The head will look very nice on her wall at home later. The Lake Challenge, She moves on top of the water to the village very quick cine she knows the lake inside and out. She sends some chibi crew as divers to get the people back and all four of them without a fight within 10 minutes.
As for the maze and the graveyard. The death idiots no stand a chance for some extra firepower she can bring to bear with the crew also acting as fire support for snipers.