Dear-Life

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So, the fic I wrote when I was 16, Shadows of My Heart turned 6 years old today, and well I just had to celebrate with something that’s just as lame as that fic was.  

Highlights of that fic include me: demonizing Keith to the extreme, making Kate nothing more than a bubbly airhead, making Rhythmi a broody child, and my personal favorite, the Friend Zone™

When you wake up all motivated to have a productive day at the library , you get out of home, you walk all the way positive and determinated that today will be different…and then… and then you arrive to the library and it’s closed 😐👌

For years I thought I might run into him. […] It finally happened. Crossing a crowded street where you could not even slow down. Going in opposite directions. Staring, at the same time, a bare shock on our time-damaged faces. He called out, “How are you?” and I answered, “Fine.” Then added for good measure, “Happy.”
[…] It still seemed as if we could make our way out of that crowd, that in a moment we would be together. But just as certain that we would carry on in the way we were going. And so we did. No breathless cry, no hand on my shoulder when I reached the sidewalk. Just that flash, that I had seen in an instant, when one of his eyes opened wider. It was the left eye, always the left, as I remembered. And it always looked so strange, alert and wondering, as if some whole impossibility had occurred to him, one that almost made him laugh.
For me, I was feeling something the same as when I left Amundsen, the train carrying me still dazed and full of disbelief. Nothing changes really about love.
—  Alice Munro, from “Amundsen,” Dear Life (Douglas Gibson Books, 2012)