Well.
Here we are.
One year ago today, I woke up in a hotel room with no memory of how I got there, piles of money all over the place, and a notebook belonging to
a very strange person.
Since then, I've found a home, a love, a family, and a life where I would otherwise be without one. And I owe it all to one person. In the book of destiny, but for her I'd be dead.
We haven't talked recently or often enough, but I feel she should know that I love her very, very much, (in an entirely platonic way, sorry) and am forever thankfull for the inadvertant but vital role she played in my exsistance.
I officially declare it to be Fangirl Linguist Appreciation Day.
Please Celebrate Appropriately.
HWW