Oh, poopie. He's gone. It's kind of lonely and sad and Tidus-less around here now... I mean, I know he had to go back but that doesn't mean I can't get sad and depressed and everything, but then again Rikku doesn't get sad and depressed and really what I'm doing is conserving my energy for this harsh, snowy winter. Yes. But at least I have things to think about like the time when he taught me to swim and the day we spent all night watching really bad movies but he fell asleep 'cause he's a big dork and the first time he kissed me and holding hands on campus and all that good stuff.
And, y'know, he smelled really good too. Like sea and boy and terrific Tidus-ness with a dash of awesome-pie. Not smelly or dumb or anything.
But... at least...
I gotta move on. Us Al-Bhed don't waste time on things like this; memories are nice, but that's all they are. I can't carry them on my back like they're weighing me down! Tidus gets his head stuck in pots and stuff anyways.
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Private; Hackable
Well. It was a good first time. Not exactly romantic or anything, but I couldn't really tell because half the time I was being a poophead and crying.
Not 'cause it hurt or anything, but... Well. It was good-bye.
Oh, poopie, here I go again...