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a very important day!
Feb. 7th, 2008 05:29 amToday is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iuliamentis's birthday, also known as Dira Is Ten Years Luckier Than Pete Wentz Day. Why?
Because I met my Patrick when I was thirteen. I got to grow up with her. I've had my verybest, superbest friend for nearly half my life, and I have to tell you, it's true--there wouldn't be wars and unhappiness and stuff if everybody had a Iulia. People might get scared, or angry, or sad, or crazy, but they'd never go there alone.
Some days--kind of a lot of days--I still find myself thinking that I'm the kid I used to be, the one who was too smart and too weird and too shy, who sat on the edge of the playground and told herself stories because nobody else would listen. And then I remember that I have Iulia, that I have for twelve and a half years now, that I cannot imagine anything that will change that now, and it's like getting to meet her all over again. I have a Iulia, you guys. I give her my words and she makes them work. I have a friend who notices when I develop new grammatical constructions, and even pretends to believe me when I blame them on Charles de Lint.
I do not have birthdayfic for her, because I am a lameass like that, but I swear it will happen one of these years.
I love you, dude. Happy birthday to you, and happy your-birthday to me. :)
♥
iuliamentis's birthday, also known as Dira Is Ten Years Luckier Than Pete Wentz Day. Why?Because I met my Patrick when I was thirteen. I got to grow up with her. I've had my verybest, superbest friend for nearly half my life, and I have to tell you, it's true--there wouldn't be wars and unhappiness and stuff if everybody had a Iulia. People might get scared, or angry, or sad, or crazy, but they'd never go there alone.
Some days--kind of a lot of days--I still find myself thinking that I'm the kid I used to be, the one who was too smart and too weird and too shy, who sat on the edge of the playground and told herself stories because nobody else would listen. And then I remember that I have Iulia, that I have for twelve and a half years now, that I cannot imagine anything that will change that now, and it's like getting to meet her all over again. I have a Iulia, you guys. I give her my words and she makes them work. I have a friend who notices when I develop new grammatical constructions, and even pretends to believe me when I blame them on Charles de Lint.
I do not have birthdayfic for her, because I am a lameass like that, but I swear it will happen one of these years.
I love you, dude. Happy birthday to you, and happy your-birthday to me. :)
♥