Not a GM

Sometimes I think I have too many girls.

This may be because I may be used to crush easily.

It may also be because I am used to spot patterns all the time.

So, on Sunday, despite waking up late (due to other reasons, which I liked, in fact, I am looking to reenact the Saturday in some ways, but still some things were somewhat inconvenient too)... I went to proceed to see my all girls.

The LGF was awesome as always, I hardly need to rewrite anything I already have written. We talked for a long time. She made more personal questions. She sounds ready to take steps I didn't think she'd be ready for, maybe for another year. Not that I complain. My mouth's bacteria long to exchange chromosomes with hers.

And still...

The sight of the day will be a random little blonde kindergartner, riding her random little pink bike, back and forth, past me a couple times.

I hadn't seen you for a month, little lady.

But I am still completely entranced by you.

I didn't even know you hanged around those parts.

Now I have to make even more time for you.

I swear, you are going to kill me.

Although of course, I have said the same about oh, maybe another century of girls.

I don't think it's ever been false. It's just not been taken up. So far.

But although I still have to think up the way to make sure you remind me - I know you have some dangerous assets, and I know you will not hesitate to use them against me. And my citadel will be ready to fall to your forces.

And you will open my chest alive, and extract my heart, and eat it before my eyes. And I am gonna love you for it.