I broke up with that person today, in case you were wondering. Not feeling too great about that. Please give me a few hours to be myself again.
You dream all your life, you hope, you wish, you pray, and you never once think it's going to happen to you. Never once truly believe that you'll one day wake up next to the person you've dreamed about since you were 6, but it happens. It happened, specifically, and now, lying in your bed, facing up towards the asbestos-covered ceiling with your gorgeous brown-haired, blue-eyed, half-naked brother tucked in between your arms, you think about how lucky you are. That happiness you feel knowing that you got everything you'd ever wanted, and all of it was just as glorious as you imagined it.
It was weird 'cause today I had another incest victim lecture me about the "power dynamic" in these ships. Should they turn abusive, as if all relationships aren't like that? I don't know I felt kind of attacked.