Ah, PA you have done it again,
And I am not one for the excrement that is J.K. Rowling, nor have I been converted away from L.
Well, I'm not gonna be completely Anon for my accounts.
I was about 8 or 9 years of age when my cousin came to America from my home country. I had never seen any of my family outside of America, so it was just "Oh, sweet. I get to meet some family." My mother, whom I never had a good relationship with, told us that my cousin was going to stay with us until she found an apartment. So she arrives on my doorstep and when I first looked at her, I was dreading that she was family. She was a few years older than my brother (I'd say around a 17 or 18) and I was captivated by her. I was attracted to her and I tried hard to get that thought out of my head. In any case, it was in my mind and I could not get rid of it until she left. During one night, I had a dream of something that had nothing to do with my life, like I was watching a movie of someone else's life. I woke up the next morning next to her in the bed she was sleeping in. As luck would have it, she was a heavy sleeper and it was 6 in the morning on a weekend. I slipped out and mentioned nothing to my family or friends. And so the day came that she left our house, and I never saw her for 3 years, to which I find out that she had married my godfather and was expecting a child. at that point I had no interest in her and was close to being with a girl in my grade. That June I moved into the town I currently live in and never got to tell that girl how I felt.
Now at nearly 16 (Yes, I am quite young and am an underage b& on many chans), things have quieted down and have become normal. I have made it a ritual to view my entire L collection before heading off to bed (at 3 A.M.), and lately I have been trying to interact with certain photos, such as moving the hair out of her eyes, etc. and I currently think I'm going insane. But quite frankly, I don't care anymore.