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He loves me. What a miracle of the gods. After knowing each other for nine years, and my knowing I was in love with him for three, but being afraid to tell for the sake of being hurt again, I love him and he loves me. Isn't it a blessing to have the one you love love you back?
But what timing! Maybe I should have told him sooner, regardless of my fear. After all, even if confessing deeper feelings for a close friend can no doubt be complicated (not least of all because it's doubly awkward if they don't return them, since you were just friends first), would it not have been better if we'd had time to be together in our love before war came to Greece once again?
Maximus of Laconia is the only one I've ever wanted, regardless of the fact that (somehow, given my fear of physical touch due to losing so much years ago and not wanting to again) I've slept with a couple of others. He's the only one who will understand, the only one I might ever be able to trust with my life as well as my love... but even if my father agrees that I should marry for love rather than money or politics, in the event that our lives are ever in danger again,his father seems set on his marrying as high up the social ladder as might be possible. So I am in twice as much pain, though there might be a way for us to marry if my father could get his to look at it as a sort of...protection of political interests, seeing as my family- the women, too- know more secrets than they perhaps should- and we had to, due to the circumstances that led to us fleeing Taengea.
But back to the war. It's not fair that we should finally, finally confess our love just as he had to leave for war. It's just not- even if I did find it strangely exhilarating to kiss him in front of a whole crowd of onlookers in no shoes! The daughter of Andromache and Cassander of Acaris should have shoes on her feet in public- but though I should have been embarrassed, I wasn't, even if I am slightly nervous that it might get back to people. And even though I could lose my breath because of my lung condition, I didn't when I pressed my lips hungrily to his...I almost felt as if the last kiss gave me my breath back, breath I had held not knowing if he loved me all this time.
And what's gotten into me? Even if he did say he wanted me with him, and even if I ache to regain the free spirit that was damaged so long ago, how dare I leave Rhais! She needs me, too. Rhodopis and I are the ones who seem to find it easiest to understand her now that she is half-deaf from an accident caused in the midst of the fire. And what am I doing, huddled here in the bottom of a merchant ship, behind some crates, knowing that I am panicked by small spaces? I have done it for love, yes, but I don't understand myself. Between the unfairness of it all and the spontaneity with which I acted, I am somehow torn in a thousand pieces divided between sadness, hopelessness, and shock. Well, and a bit of embarrassment, too. I'll probably smell like the ship when I arrive, and then maybe he won't want me around after all.
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Dear Diary,
He loves me. What a miracle of the gods. After knowing each other for nine years, and my knowing I was in love with him for three, but being afraid to tell for the sake of being hurt again, I love him and he loves me. Isn't it a blessing to have the one you love love you back?
But what timing! Maybe I should have told him sooner, regardless of my fear. After all, even if confessing deeper feelings for a close friend can no doubt be complicated (not least of all because it's doubly awkward if they don't return them, since you were just friends first), would it not have been better if we'd had time to be together in our love before war came to Greece once again?
Maximus of Laconia is the only one I've ever wanted, regardless of the fact that (somehow, given my fear of physical touch due to losing so much years ago and not wanting to again) I've slept with a couple of others. He's the only one who will understand, the only one I might ever be able to trust with my life as well as my love... but even if my father agrees that I should marry for love rather than money or politics, in the event that our lives are ever in danger again,his father seems set on his marrying as high up the social ladder as might be possible. So I am in twice as much pain, though there might be a way for us to marry if my father could get his to look at it as a sort of...protection of political interests, seeing as my family- the women, too- know more secrets than they perhaps should- and we had to, due to the circumstances that led to us fleeing Taengea.
But back to the war. It's not fair that we should finally, finally confess our love just as he had to leave for war. It's just not- even if I did find it strangely exhilarating to kiss him in front of a whole crowd of onlookers in no shoes! The daughter of Andromache and Cassander of Acaris should have shoes on her feet in public- but though I should have been embarrassed, I wasn't, even if I am slightly nervous that it might get back to people. And even though I could lose my breath because of my lung condition, I didn't when I pressed my lips hungrily to his...I almost felt as if the last kiss gave me my breath back, breath I had held not knowing if he loved me all this time.
And what's gotten into me? Even if he did say he wanted me with him, and even if I ache to regain the free spirit that was damaged so long ago, how dare I leave Rhais! She needs me, too. Rhodopis and I are the ones who seem to find it easiest to understand her now that she is half-deaf from an accident caused in the midst of the fire. And what am I doing, huddled here in the bottom of a merchant ship, behind some crates, knowing that I am panicked by small spaces? I have done it for love, yes, but I don't understand myself. Between the unfairness of it all and the spontaneity with which I acted, I am somehow torn in a thousand pieces divided between sadness, hopelessness, and shock. Well, and a bit of embarrassment, too. I'll probably smell like the ship when I arrive, and then maybe he won't want me around after all.
Dear Diary,
He loves me. What a miracle of the gods. After knowing each other for nine years, and my knowing I was in love with him for three, but being afraid to tell for the sake of being hurt again, I love him and he loves me. Isn't it a blessing to have the one you love love you back?
But what timing! Maybe I should have told him sooner, regardless of my fear. After all, even if confessing deeper feelings for a close friend can no doubt be complicated (not least of all because it's doubly awkward if they don't return them, since you were just friends first), would it not have been better if we'd had time to be together in our love before war came to Greece once again?
Maximus of Laconia is the only one I've ever wanted, regardless of the fact that (somehow, given my fear of physical touch due to losing so much years ago and not wanting to again) I've slept with a couple of others. He's the only one who will understand, the only one I might ever be able to trust with my life as well as my love... but even if my father agrees that I should marry for love rather than money or politics, in the event that our lives are ever in danger again,his father seems set on his marrying as high up the social ladder as might be possible. So I am in twice as much pain, though there might be a way for us to marry if my father could get his to look at it as a sort of...protection of political interests, seeing as my family- the women, too- know more secrets than they perhaps should- and we had to, due to the circumstances that led to us fleeing Taengea.
But back to the war. It's not fair that we should finally, finally confess our love just as he had to leave for war. It's just not- even if I did find it strangely exhilarating to kiss him in front of a whole crowd of onlookers in no shoes! The daughter of Andromache and Cassander of Acaris should have shoes on her feet in public- but though I should have been embarrassed, I wasn't, even if I am slightly nervous that it might get back to people. And even though I could lose my breath because of my lung condition, I didn't when I pressed my lips hungrily to his...I almost felt as if the last kiss gave me my breath back, breath I had held not knowing if he loved me all this time.
And what's gotten into me? Even if he did say he wanted me with him, and even if I ache to regain the free spirit that was damaged so long ago, how dare I leave Rhais! She needs me, too. Rhodopis and I are the ones who seem to find it easiest to understand her now that she is half-deaf from an accident caused in the midst of the fire. And what am I doing, huddled here in the bottom of a merchant ship, behind some crates, knowing that I am panicked by small spaces? I have done it for love, yes, but I don't understand myself. Between the unfairness of it all and the spontaneity with which I acted, I am somehow torn in a thousand pieces divided between sadness, hopelessness, and shock. Well, and a bit of embarrassment, too. I'll probably smell like the ship when I arrive, and then maybe he won't want me around after all.