the forest lion
I was going to put this on facebook because there are more people it's relevant to there, but it's a bit long and it also gives the wrong impression, I think.
Still, I like to have things on record, so...
When my favorite cat died, I decided the lion ring I wear on my necklace (the one I never take off) would become a sort of remembrance token. I'd aptly named it Griever already, having bought it during my FF8 craze.
The first time I met Forest, he was cosplaying as Squall, sitting behind me in one of the showing rooms at the OU anime con. I simply turned to him and showed him the ring, without saying much of anything. Of course we spent the rest of the convention together and ended up with a tentative, not-quite-there relationship that never went past one dance, one date, and a lot of uncomfortable glances. I always felt a bit guilty for the whole thing.
I've hardly said anything to him for years. I really don't feel sorrow, because I didn't know him anymore. Even so, I can feel that odd, cold sense of emptiness, of someone suddenly not being there anymore. It's very strange to experience this sensation without it being overpowered by sadness.
The point, though, is that I think the ring might have the memory of another death clinging to it now, whether or not I want it to. I suppose I was asking for it, wearing a piece of jewelry named Griever.
Still, I like to have things on record, so...
When my favorite cat died, I decided the lion ring I wear on my necklace (the one I never take off) would become a sort of remembrance token. I'd aptly named it Griever already, having bought it during my FF8 craze.
The first time I met Forest, he was cosplaying as Squall, sitting behind me in one of the showing rooms at the OU anime con. I simply turned to him and showed him the ring, without saying much of anything. Of course we spent the rest of the convention together and ended up with a tentative, not-quite-there relationship that never went past one dance, one date, and a lot of uncomfortable glances. I always felt a bit guilty for the whole thing.
I've hardly said anything to him for years. I really don't feel sorrow, because I didn't know him anymore. Even so, I can feel that odd, cold sense of emptiness, of someone suddenly not being there anymore. It's very strange to experience this sensation without it being overpowered by sadness.
The point, though, is that I think the ring might have the memory of another death clinging to it now, whether or not I want it to. I suppose I was asking for it, wearing a piece of jewelry named Griever.