Well, what can I say my love? Besides sorry it took me so long to comment, I know, I suck at life, also time management. This is beyond perfect. It seems yesterday we started discussing this 'verse after you sad tagging all over the place under a Donnie Darko gifset. It was the scene with the psychologist who asks Donnie if his new friend is a real one or an imaginary one. See? I suck at time management but no one beats me at remembering random information. Now, that's totally useful in real life. ANYHOW. This fic is a work of wonder and awesomeness. And sadness, let's not forget sadness. Honestly I am not sure I'll ever, ever recover from this. The only other thing that has ever brought me as much emotional pain as this fic is that time I watched TSN and an extremely sad episode of Supernatural right after. Okay I am obviously rambling, and besides reiterating how much I love you as a writer and how talented I think you are there's not much more for me to say. So. Yeah. I love you for writing this but I also hate you for writing this because MY HEART. Also fgscgfvsvbhgfaejkrghaejkrgh no one ever dedicated something to me before, I am touched.
Eh, time management. It's taken me a week to reply to this, so I'm not one to judge. *hugs* Thank you! I have so many memories of this fic, especially of leaving tags of sadness (because the post-tag writing mostly happened in a haze of panic) under more or less relevant gifs and graphics, and you being there to sadface at all of them, and every now and then West Coast comes up on my MP3 player and makes me sad, and I guess everything related to this fic is one giant sadfest. Except for the love born from bonding over the sadness, of course.
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