On one of those short winter days, where there is more night than day, in a small college dorm room three years ago, something amazing happened.
I had written a little drabble that wasn't much of anything plot wise but said a lot in a few words about love. And so I posted it for no other reason than I wanted to because I thought it was cute.
I got three comments. I kept writing for those three comments. They wanted more. So did I.
So I wrote. Wrote things that made me think, that made me feel, I wrote things I thought other people should know, I wrote my thoughts and emotions and experiences.
And I poured my heart as ink on a page, as text on a screen, and bared it to the whole world.
Within this absurdly long little drabble series are snipits of my life, of things that have happened to me, of things that have happened to those around me, of things that I have read and watched and consumed as an observer of humanity.
In these words are things I believe, things I aspire, things that have hurt me, things that make me smile. It's how I think, the way I see the world and all I've ever wanted to do is to make others think and aspire and hurt and smile and feel.
To anyone who has ever read this story, thank you. Thank you for reading what ultimately became my pet project. I know these drabbles are short, not always fluffy, not always directly about Percabeth, not even a cohesive plot sometimes. It's not even my most popular series.
So if you've read this, thank you so much. I hope that somewhere in these words you found yourself, that you maybe smiled or thought about something differently. I hope I made you feel.
For all these reasons, this story is the hardest to end. Well it's not really ending, I'll continue writing it, just under Semantics of Love 2. Because I don't want to stop and the only reason I'm switching to a second series is because there's so many chapters and it can be a lot for readers.
And I really hope you all will join me on Semantics of Love 2. I'm not stopping, I'm just getting started, and this new series is just giving me the space to do it.
This little drabble series feels so much like home, you can bet I'm not going to leave it for a long time.
On one of those hot summer nights, where there is more day than night, in a warm bedroom today, something amazing ends…no, something amazing changes.