PIcaRDMPCia
11-01-2005, 21:23
Well, I shall share my love happiness with you all.
A little over two years ago, on Saturday, August 24th, 2002, I was browsing through FFnet when I stumbled on the BTTF section. Now, I had only just heard of FFnet, so I had no idea what all was available there. Anyway, I go in and take a look at this one fic being written entitled, without much originality, as "Back to the Future: Part IV".
At the time, of course, I was hardly the critic--that is, well-knowledgable where fanfiction is concerned--of fanfiction that I am today, so at the time I thought it was pretty good. So I took a look at the reviews; turns out the author, using the pen name Marty McFly, was offering a major part in the fic. Being the BTTF fanatic that I am, I e-mailed for it immediately; that's why I remember the exact date, because I still have that legendary e-mail in my sent folder. Anyway, turns out the author's actual name was Alyssa Campiran; she lives in California. For the first month or so, we were just sorta pen pals, e-mailing each other mostly about her story. About a month after our meeting, she e-mailed me saying that all of her "friends"(actually, they were bastards to her) had left her. She had actually lied to me about her age; she'd said before she was fourteen; she was actually thirteen. She was begging me not to leave her too.
Of course, I saw no reason to leave her. She was a pretty good friend, and especially needed a good friend at that point; that was my logic at the time, anyway. I didn't care about the age bit; heck, we've all lied about our age at points, right?
That's when I think she first began to love me; that at least started it, and she found loads of reasons beyond that one, and we're getting off tangent. Anyway, we go on e-mailing each other for another month, when I finally decide that, since we're in contact so frequently, it would actually be a lot easier if we set up a Yahoo! Group. So I do so, let her know about it, and we move our messages there. Soon after that, I began to fall in love myself. I think at first it was due to simply how sweet she could be, how much she needed a friend, and I guess my caring for her just sort of built up to that; it's one of love's mysteries, I guess. So I told her for the first time, I think around October 24(I don't remember the date because the Group no longer exists. Why, you ask? Just wait; it'll be revealed.) She replied back saying she loved me too, and we kept it on there.
Around Christmas time, we faced the first test of our love. One of her few "friends"(another bastard, actually, though we didn't know it for some time)that hadn't left her, a trekkie by the name of Phil, decided it would be a funny prank to send e-mails to both her and me impersonating the other--he was quite the hacker and easily got into our e-mail clients--saying we hated the other. We muddled through it, finally figuring out it was him, and she banished him; at least, that's how she referred to the way she ended her friendship with him. We changed our e-mail passwords; I got some anti-hacking software, and we moved on, still doting on one another.
I should reveal a couple things about myself before I go on, so that the next incidents will make more sense. First, I'm a very caring person; it's one reason for why it's so easy for me to be picked on, and even so, even if I'm picked on for years by a person, if that person is feeling down, I still try to comfort them; that's how caring I am. (It's one reason I want to go into politics; to change the country in that sense). Second, I'm manic-depressive. For those of you who don't know what that means, it means I have extreme and sudden moods swings from being excessively happy(manic) to being excessively sad or angry(depressive.)
Our next test came late January. You see, around that time, I had the idea of going out on a road trip with quite a few of my friends; this was one way I saw Lyss(my pet nickname for her)and myself being able to spend some time in person. So I had raised the idea to her around late November, and we kept it on the back-burner until she finally decided to try telling her mom about me. Big mistake. (By the way, her parents are divorced.)
First, she made the mistake of talking about the road trip first rather than about me. Even had it not been for that slip though, I'm certain the end result would have been the same: her mom panicked, thinking I was an internet stalker, banned her from using the internet for a week, and I became quite worried during that time. Fortunately, she ended up being able to use the internet from her dad's all the time anyway, so we kept it up with that after that week.
Flash-forward to summer. My family had been in a bad financial situation for quite a while; it's what led us to move to Colorado about a month before I met Lyss, and now it caused us to move to my Aunt Linda's down in Lakewood-60 miles from Bailey. Why'd we move there? Because otherwise, we'd have nowhere to live.
Anyway, for a while, I didn't have internet access because our computer wasn't set up, things got kinda crazy for a while. But, we hooked back up once I got back online, and things proceeded as if the interruption had never happened.
Later in the summer, I finally got the crazy idea that we should start talking on the phone. Our first phone call(it was always from her dad's) was filled with nervousness; after all, we had only ever exchanged sound bytes of our voices and pictures before this. But, we soon got over it, and our love for each other began to grow even more since then.
Flash-forward again to early October. A friend of her's by the name of Eddie was moving away, and had gotten quite angry at me because there had been several days in a row where I hadn't said anything to Lyss(why exactly, I can no longer remember; but it definitely wasn't intentional.) He was convinced I was just toying with her, and told me to leave her.
Now, I could have reacted in anger, as I had with Phil. But, because of my caring nature, I didn't. I reread the e-mail from him several times, and came to the soon-to-be-proven-correct conclusion that he loved her too, and instead responded in a calm, friendly manner. The issue was resolved, and he moved soon after.
At Christmas, this time I decided to send her a present. So I decided to buy a necklace for her. I had wanted to get one of those necklaces that split in two; you know, the half-heart necklaces? Instead, I found one that, considering our interests, had a double meaning: it was a heart that had a keyhole, and came with a key. Since we were both major Kingdom Hearts fans, and it fit what I wanted for the necklace anyway, I bought a gold-gilded version, and sent it to her. This caused a brief tizy because everyone in her family got excited about her "package from Colorado"( I had been supposed to send it to her cousin Art, with his name on it, but I accidently forgot to put his name on it.) But she settled it by saying it was something she'd bought on eBay. I'm wearing that key that came with it right now.
During the week of Valentine's Day, 2004, I experianced a very strong surge of manic-depressiveness, mostly depressive. This was due mostly to the stress I had been experiancing having to go 60 miles just one way to get to school(My parents purposefully kept my sisters, my little brother and I in the Platte Canyon School District because we always had the intention of moving back there, and I had no intention of going to a city high school anyway) everyday, plus dealing with crap from people at school. So on that weekend, when she called me, I ended up refusing to talk to her, having my sister tell her I didn't want to see her anymore, and a lot of that. That Saturday night, I received an e-mail from her telling me she'd left me forever.
I'd thought at that point we were actually through, and for a while that Sunday morning, I'd thought I could take it easily. Heh, fat chance on that one. I actually ended up sending an apology letter; I didn't expect her to come back to me, of course, but I'd sent it anyway. As it turns out, when I decided to check my e-mail at about 12:30 AM that night(the house is extremely small, so the computer was in the same area where my parents were sleeping on the floor on an air mattress, so being on that late was a risky prospect) I recieved one telling me that she forgave me completely, that she had no idea what that other e-mail was about, and all that. Right then, I knew the love that I felt for her was true love. Why? Because when I read that e-mail, I began to cry. They were tears of joy, and they didn't stop flowing for over fifteen minutes; it even woke up my parents. I was just so happy right then. We later found out that the e-mail was from Art, but we were still friends with him after that; our relationship with him was always weird anyway, and still is.
Shortly before the summer, we finally decided that there was no way we could wait; one of us had to visit the other. It ended up being me visiting her.
Now, you've gotta remember, her parents completely hated me at this point, so we were going behind their backs. I had convinced my parents to pay for the plane ticket by telling them that her dad was OK with it, and we had to do it that day because her mom would be out of town on a business trip(which actually turned out to be false, on both accounts, obviously.) So, on Sunday, July 18th, 2004, I boarded the plane at DIA, and flew to California.
The trips' exact details are unimportant and personal, but what I will say is that trip dispelled any doubt that remained at all about our love; we definitely loved each other. Unfortunately, we were caught, by both her parents. Things aside, I left the next day after a brief meeting with her mom, which really only occurred so her mom could get as much info on me as possible.
Despite what we were told by her mom, that we'd be able to continue having contact, we didn't. She cancelled her internet service at home, banned Lyss from using the computer and the phone, unless she was dialing and talking right in front of her. Lyss couldn't even keep her bedroom door closed; that's how rediculous it became with her.
Obviously, her mom and dad both had a right to be angry, so punishment of some sort did make sense. I received my own, of course: I was banned from computer and phone usage for two weeks, but was otherwise able to do things. My parents were simply being firm with me; they otherwise supported me.
We had no contact for over a month and a half. Her mom spent that entire time ladling insult after insult about me, my family, Lyss herself, and a hoard of other things to Lyss during that time, and is keeping it up today. We only have contact now because she's in school, and her friend Aaron has been relaying e-mails back and forth; it's a pretty efficiant system, actually. And it has continued to the present day.
This is how we know we truly love each other. Because, no matter what has happened, no matter what we faced, we still wanted to be with each other. We love each other truly.
Also, here's an interesting fact about my key necklace. You see, the chain part of it had always been ridiculous to wear, since it was so small, so we replaced it with a much larger chain. Since then, I have never taken my necklace off for anything: showers, pool-swimming, P.E., you name it, I still kept it on. And, despite all of the chemicals it must have withstood from the shampoo and conditioner, and the chlorine from the pools, the gold gilding on it has not worn off at all. And, as you know, gold is one of the weakest metals; it should have worn off a long time ago. But it hasn't. That also says quite a lot about our love for each other, I think anyway.
So, what do you all have to say about this? Does this give you any hope of finding your own love if you haven't already? Does it cause you dispair? Or do you simply not care? Please, I want all opinions.
A little over two years ago, on Saturday, August 24th, 2002, I was browsing through FFnet when I stumbled on the BTTF section. Now, I had only just heard of FFnet, so I had no idea what all was available there. Anyway, I go in and take a look at this one fic being written entitled, without much originality, as "Back to the Future: Part IV".
At the time, of course, I was hardly the critic--that is, well-knowledgable where fanfiction is concerned--of fanfiction that I am today, so at the time I thought it was pretty good. So I took a look at the reviews; turns out the author, using the pen name Marty McFly, was offering a major part in the fic. Being the BTTF fanatic that I am, I e-mailed for it immediately; that's why I remember the exact date, because I still have that legendary e-mail in my sent folder. Anyway, turns out the author's actual name was Alyssa Campiran; she lives in California. For the first month or so, we were just sorta pen pals, e-mailing each other mostly about her story. About a month after our meeting, she e-mailed me saying that all of her "friends"(actually, they were bastards to her) had left her. She had actually lied to me about her age; she'd said before she was fourteen; she was actually thirteen. She was begging me not to leave her too.
Of course, I saw no reason to leave her. She was a pretty good friend, and especially needed a good friend at that point; that was my logic at the time, anyway. I didn't care about the age bit; heck, we've all lied about our age at points, right?
That's when I think she first began to love me; that at least started it, and she found loads of reasons beyond that one, and we're getting off tangent. Anyway, we go on e-mailing each other for another month, when I finally decide that, since we're in contact so frequently, it would actually be a lot easier if we set up a Yahoo! Group. So I do so, let her know about it, and we move our messages there. Soon after that, I began to fall in love myself. I think at first it was due to simply how sweet she could be, how much she needed a friend, and I guess my caring for her just sort of built up to that; it's one of love's mysteries, I guess. So I told her for the first time, I think around October 24(I don't remember the date because the Group no longer exists. Why, you ask? Just wait; it'll be revealed.) She replied back saying she loved me too, and we kept it on there.
Around Christmas time, we faced the first test of our love. One of her few "friends"(another bastard, actually, though we didn't know it for some time)that hadn't left her, a trekkie by the name of Phil, decided it would be a funny prank to send e-mails to both her and me impersonating the other--he was quite the hacker and easily got into our e-mail clients--saying we hated the other. We muddled through it, finally figuring out it was him, and she banished him; at least, that's how she referred to the way she ended her friendship with him. We changed our e-mail passwords; I got some anti-hacking software, and we moved on, still doting on one another.
I should reveal a couple things about myself before I go on, so that the next incidents will make more sense. First, I'm a very caring person; it's one reason for why it's so easy for me to be picked on, and even so, even if I'm picked on for years by a person, if that person is feeling down, I still try to comfort them; that's how caring I am. (It's one reason I want to go into politics; to change the country in that sense). Second, I'm manic-depressive. For those of you who don't know what that means, it means I have extreme and sudden moods swings from being excessively happy(manic) to being excessively sad or angry(depressive.)
Our next test came late January. You see, around that time, I had the idea of going out on a road trip with quite a few of my friends; this was one way I saw Lyss(my pet nickname for her)and myself being able to spend some time in person. So I had raised the idea to her around late November, and we kept it on the back-burner until she finally decided to try telling her mom about me. Big mistake. (By the way, her parents are divorced.)
First, she made the mistake of talking about the road trip first rather than about me. Even had it not been for that slip though, I'm certain the end result would have been the same: her mom panicked, thinking I was an internet stalker, banned her from using the internet for a week, and I became quite worried during that time. Fortunately, she ended up being able to use the internet from her dad's all the time anyway, so we kept it up with that after that week.
Flash-forward to summer. My family had been in a bad financial situation for quite a while; it's what led us to move to Colorado about a month before I met Lyss, and now it caused us to move to my Aunt Linda's down in Lakewood-60 miles from Bailey. Why'd we move there? Because otherwise, we'd have nowhere to live.
Anyway, for a while, I didn't have internet access because our computer wasn't set up, things got kinda crazy for a while. But, we hooked back up once I got back online, and things proceeded as if the interruption had never happened.
Later in the summer, I finally got the crazy idea that we should start talking on the phone. Our first phone call(it was always from her dad's) was filled with nervousness; after all, we had only ever exchanged sound bytes of our voices and pictures before this. But, we soon got over it, and our love for each other began to grow even more since then.
Flash-forward again to early October. A friend of her's by the name of Eddie was moving away, and had gotten quite angry at me because there had been several days in a row where I hadn't said anything to Lyss(why exactly, I can no longer remember; but it definitely wasn't intentional.) He was convinced I was just toying with her, and told me to leave her.
Now, I could have reacted in anger, as I had with Phil. But, because of my caring nature, I didn't. I reread the e-mail from him several times, and came to the soon-to-be-proven-correct conclusion that he loved her too, and instead responded in a calm, friendly manner. The issue was resolved, and he moved soon after.
At Christmas, this time I decided to send her a present. So I decided to buy a necklace for her. I had wanted to get one of those necklaces that split in two; you know, the half-heart necklaces? Instead, I found one that, considering our interests, had a double meaning: it was a heart that had a keyhole, and came with a key. Since we were both major Kingdom Hearts fans, and it fit what I wanted for the necklace anyway, I bought a gold-gilded version, and sent it to her. This caused a brief tizy because everyone in her family got excited about her "package from Colorado"( I had been supposed to send it to her cousin Art, with his name on it, but I accidently forgot to put his name on it.) But she settled it by saying it was something she'd bought on eBay. I'm wearing that key that came with it right now.
During the week of Valentine's Day, 2004, I experianced a very strong surge of manic-depressiveness, mostly depressive. This was due mostly to the stress I had been experiancing having to go 60 miles just one way to get to school(My parents purposefully kept my sisters, my little brother and I in the Platte Canyon School District because we always had the intention of moving back there, and I had no intention of going to a city high school anyway) everyday, plus dealing with crap from people at school. So on that weekend, when she called me, I ended up refusing to talk to her, having my sister tell her I didn't want to see her anymore, and a lot of that. That Saturday night, I received an e-mail from her telling me she'd left me forever.
I'd thought at that point we were actually through, and for a while that Sunday morning, I'd thought I could take it easily. Heh, fat chance on that one. I actually ended up sending an apology letter; I didn't expect her to come back to me, of course, but I'd sent it anyway. As it turns out, when I decided to check my e-mail at about 12:30 AM that night(the house is extremely small, so the computer was in the same area where my parents were sleeping on the floor on an air mattress, so being on that late was a risky prospect) I recieved one telling me that she forgave me completely, that she had no idea what that other e-mail was about, and all that. Right then, I knew the love that I felt for her was true love. Why? Because when I read that e-mail, I began to cry. They were tears of joy, and they didn't stop flowing for over fifteen minutes; it even woke up my parents. I was just so happy right then. We later found out that the e-mail was from Art, but we were still friends with him after that; our relationship with him was always weird anyway, and still is.
Shortly before the summer, we finally decided that there was no way we could wait; one of us had to visit the other. It ended up being me visiting her.
Now, you've gotta remember, her parents completely hated me at this point, so we were going behind their backs. I had convinced my parents to pay for the plane ticket by telling them that her dad was OK with it, and we had to do it that day because her mom would be out of town on a business trip(which actually turned out to be false, on both accounts, obviously.) So, on Sunday, July 18th, 2004, I boarded the plane at DIA, and flew to California.
The trips' exact details are unimportant and personal, but what I will say is that trip dispelled any doubt that remained at all about our love; we definitely loved each other. Unfortunately, we were caught, by both her parents. Things aside, I left the next day after a brief meeting with her mom, which really only occurred so her mom could get as much info on me as possible.
Despite what we were told by her mom, that we'd be able to continue having contact, we didn't. She cancelled her internet service at home, banned Lyss from using the computer and the phone, unless she was dialing and talking right in front of her. Lyss couldn't even keep her bedroom door closed; that's how rediculous it became with her.
Obviously, her mom and dad both had a right to be angry, so punishment of some sort did make sense. I received my own, of course: I was banned from computer and phone usage for two weeks, but was otherwise able to do things. My parents were simply being firm with me; they otherwise supported me.
We had no contact for over a month and a half. Her mom spent that entire time ladling insult after insult about me, my family, Lyss herself, and a hoard of other things to Lyss during that time, and is keeping it up today. We only have contact now because she's in school, and her friend Aaron has been relaying e-mails back and forth; it's a pretty efficiant system, actually. And it has continued to the present day.
This is how we know we truly love each other. Because, no matter what has happened, no matter what we faced, we still wanted to be with each other. We love each other truly.
Also, here's an interesting fact about my key necklace. You see, the chain part of it had always been ridiculous to wear, since it was so small, so we replaced it with a much larger chain. Since then, I have never taken my necklace off for anything: showers, pool-swimming, P.E., you name it, I still kept it on. And, despite all of the chemicals it must have withstood from the shampoo and conditioner, and the chlorine from the pools, the gold gilding on it has not worn off at all. And, as you know, gold is one of the weakest metals; it should have worn off a long time ago. But it hasn't. That also says quite a lot about our love for each other, I think anyway.
So, what do you all have to say about this? Does this give you any hope of finding your own love if you haven't already? Does it cause you dispair? Or do you simply not care? Please, I want all opinions.