Guess who's back with a cute fucking story HEYO

This is the boy that helped begin to shape my STORYTELLING CAPABILITIES and probably also my sexual attraction to monsters yes let's do this

At this point in my life I was maybe 5 or 6 honestly, I was in kindergarten

There were some really weird and frustrating issues that would inevitably happen to a woman in her early twenties trying to raise the two babies she gave birth to in her teens

So we moved out to this horse ranch??? in a beautiful and cultural town that I was too young to appreciate

We were just renting a tiny one bedroom house on these other people's land, and a few other people lived there too in trailers and stuff

There were a couple other kids whom I never really clicked with

But within the first few weeks, I just decide to get up and go outside

And I stand there, looking out at the horses and barns and shit

When I see this little boy

Also standing outside his house

And I don't know why, but I smile, and I run to him like I know him and haven't seen him since *salad fingers voice* the great war

And we take each other by the hands and he sticks his head in the door to talk to his mother, who's working(?) on the computer

I shit you not, he says:

"See mom, I told you I'd find a friend, you didn't believe me"

And she's staring at me like

"Child,,,

where did you come from"

And we were best fucking friends after that

We played outside every damn day

One time he climbed into the horse pen and got BUCKED IN THE STOMACH, THEN IN THE HEAD

I TOLD HIM NOT TO GO INTO THE HORSE PEN BUT HE WAS TOO BUSY TRYING TO IMPRESS ME TO WORRY ABOUT EMBARRASSING HIMSELF

And let me just tell you, my friends,

He and I

Were practically married already

Everyone knew this and no one even dared deny our adorable, innocent love

So this boy introduced me to Rouge The Bat and Shadow The Hedgehog, and I would be the Rouge to his Shadow

(I STILL THINK ROUGE IS REALLY REALLY SEXY JS)

We would play these intricate rp games where we basically improvised storylines, and I continued this way WAY after him

These stories were always really sad? He always played this deformed, abused creature and I was always a beautiful meadow maiden who'd find him and take care of him

Wow I have always been a mom who needs to take care of the BROKEN DOG/BEAR WITH ONLY THREE LIMBs

This is where that xenophilia plays in B)

Ana, I wasn't being ironic

I am actually attracted to monsters

WOW ANYWAY

He would always bring me gifts because he loved me

One time he went to the dollar store with his mom and he got me one of those rags that grow when submerged in water, and it had this really pretty rose design on it (and I still find it really cute that that's the one thing in the whole store that he deemed both pretty and fun enough for his wife)

I remember once I told him I had a boyfriend named Cole and he got so grouchy and mopey and I asked him what was wrong and he said "go be Rouge with your b OYfrienD"

OH OH OH on Halloween he decided to give me a plastic purple ring with a bat on it

As he was putting it on my finger I beamed proudly at all the Mormon moms around us who were dying inside from how perfect me and this boy were

I wore that ring everywhere

I wore that ring even though the Halloween theme of it was out of place

I wore that ring so much that the plastic scratched my skin and I couldn't wear it anymore

And now for probably the last bit of cute,,,,,

We pretended to kiss one night

We would lean in slowly just to feel our hearts race and then pull back and laugh until we were dizzy

Now comes the sad parts okay

Remember those issues my mother was going through?

My icky grandmother decided that my mother wasn't fit to take care of us, so she was trying to take us (she succeeded but this isn't about that)

This boy's mother was also having lots of trouble

But like

completely different fucking trouble

trouble

with

the

law

Apparently THIS BITCH,,

WAS A CON ARTIST???

I DON'T???????

I MEAN

I'm not lying she fucking hustled money from people to support her kid and her trailer

Apparently his grandmother was trying to take him, too

And for a whole week, I didn't see him

I remember this night distinctly

I asked my mother where he was

And she says "He's probably living with his grandmother now"

And my heart

fucking

shatters

I burst into tears

And I whimper, in the most anguished and disbelieving voice,

"But-but I LOVE HIM"

And I run into the back room and I stare at the ring I can't wear anymore

just

DREADING THE LIFE AHEAD OF ME I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO FACE WITHOUT HIM

AND I'M LAUGHING NOW BUT THAT HURT SO BAD BACK THEN

Turns out he was just visiting his grandmother and he was back the next week, but shortly after that, my own grandmother took my sister and I

I never saw him again

I asked my mother where they are now and she says they're somewhere in Taos,

They won a small fortune

She was a con artist so I guess she finally made it big

I frantically asked my mother a month ago what their last name is so I can find him on facebook

And she looked at me really seriously and said

"No one fucking knew their last name"

?????

Anyway that's my cute/sad story about a boy who's probably my soul mate and I will meet him when I'm an adult in a bar and we will live happily ever after like our life is a romantic comedy