cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
- Joined
- Mar 8, 2001
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I've been here a year, today.
Well, been registered for a year, anyway.
I was here for many months before then, reading stories and strolling through all different parts of Lit (no, never the chats) before AngieGirl pulled me into the Forums.
This has been a remarkable year for me here, among you, and it's due entirely to those who inhabit this place and imbue it with life and wisdom and grace. I've acquired some really good friends here, people who've become as much a part of my offline life as are any of my everyday friends.
In this year, my life has bled out hopelessly in front of you all, my plans and dreams and needs thrown to the dirt like cast-off bits of valueless quartz. You picked me up, then, when i could barely find a way to breathe on my own, and held me warmly until i could stand on my own. For that i owe you all a debt of gratitude so immense, so breathtaking, that i doubt i'll ever think of this place, and you people, ever, in my life without feeling a profound sense of the goodness of the people who inhabit this place and give it life.
In this year i've been up and down. Like all of us, i've had good days and bad days. I've been right and wrong. What i've never, ever done, though, is imagine that any of you were anything but real, feeling, caring, emotional people.
Thank you for being a part of that which has made my first year at Lit so indelibly special.
b.
Well, been registered for a year, anyway.
I was here for many months before then, reading stories and strolling through all different parts of Lit (no, never the chats) before AngieGirl pulled me into the Forums.
This has been a remarkable year for me here, among you, and it's due entirely to those who inhabit this place and imbue it with life and wisdom and grace. I've acquired some really good friends here, people who've become as much a part of my offline life as are any of my everyday friends.
In this year, my life has bled out hopelessly in front of you all, my plans and dreams and needs thrown to the dirt like cast-off bits of valueless quartz. You picked me up, then, when i could barely find a way to breathe on my own, and held me warmly until i could stand on my own. For that i owe you all a debt of gratitude so immense, so breathtaking, that i doubt i'll ever think of this place, and you people, ever, in my life without feeling a profound sense of the goodness of the people who inhabit this place and give it life.
In this year i've been up and down. Like all of us, i've had good days and bad days. I've been right and wrong. What i've never, ever done, though, is imagine that any of you were anything but real, feeling, caring, emotional people.
Thank you for being a part of that which has made my first year at Lit so indelibly special.

b.