OP here. Common sense tells me to just stop posting here altogether and leave without explanation but since this became fodder for what's happening or bound to happen or has happened between all of you - and to some extent, myself - I shall expound a little bit.
One: She did not come to me. I came to her.
Two: This occurred at a time when my crippling obsession about Cracky was at its apex.
Three: I immediately blurted to her about Cracky because I wanted to give her a sort of heads up about me and also, I wanted to be honest.
Four: She understood and I was bewildered.
Five: I am happy ever since.
I don't really know where I'm getting at. Maybe I want you people to feel good about yourselves. Maybe I just want to take light of this whole hoopla regarding Cracky. I don't know. Shit, like the always say, happens and I'm glad it happened to me. (lol let's hope she doesn't find out about this)