you must be proud
please hurry it the fuck up op
This is not funny.
>I was worried, I didn’t have any of their numbers. She texted and called them on the trip not me. Stupid Anon, stupid stupid stupid.
>I’m literally dieing. This can’t happen again. Not to me, not twice in a lifetime. She is the one.
>Day 3, thinking about flying out to the general area she lives and asking around. Stupid I know, but I was caught up in it.
It was Anna
>”Anon, we need to talk”
I need somtheing to pass time, else I'll lose my sanity.
not archiver, link is
i'll be ur personal army for one wish masta.
Whatever the author types, I archive. Pictures are only archived if they're the girl or a lookalike. If there's anything confusing, I post with a question for clarification. I figured out all the major kinks in the first three days of doing this.
Now keep going with your story and don't respond to anyone unless it's important and you've got another instalment attached to your response.
Not sure I would like it even with lube.
pregnant wow, that would be a plot twist, but no reality is sometimes less intense than fiction.
>"Anna, I was really worried"
>"I know Anon, I'm really sorry. I never should have cut you off. I needed time to think..."
>She calls me. "Anon, I can't do this anymore, I can't be this far away. We talk and I see you but it's too much."
>"Anna, what do you mean?"
>"This isn't About Time Anon. I can't go back and relive every precious moment, And I can't go back someday and get back the time we spend apart. I can't bear to spend another day wishing I was with you rather than being with you"
What in the 9 hells just happened.
>I go from is this girl dead, to this girl is breaking up with me, to she wants to move in with me. I was 10 forms of terrified elated.
>I started talking much slower again. "Anna, I don't know what to say. I assume you've thought about it, but I haven't. Can I take a bit to just think about this?"
I was riding an adrenaline roller coaster. More chemicals were coursing through my body than I could think about.
>A day passed, our conversations were a text based. I ran every scenario through my mind. What if we can't live together, what if she's nuttier than a chocolate turtle. But everything we've talked about was the opposite of red flags. She's the real deal.
>I called her back the next night, late after I closed up. "Anna, I've been thinking, I could really use a female touch at the shop."
It was lame, but It was on my mind.
>"Anon, you made me the most joyous girl in the world."
If you could hear that upward lilt to her voice, hidden behind her methodical thoughtful voice.
hey guys, sorry i just arrived in this epic bread, anyways just asking, are the previous threads archived already in this link >>546476548
have to go eat something, jgh from a 16 hr shift. thank you to those who will be kind enough to answer
/b/ needs more threads like this. I guess I know what its like now to be a 40 year old housewife who reads romantic novels. Those bitches have it right, my heart feels all tingly and Im sucking up every word like a little fucking bitch and loving every minute of it.
This is offensive for my sensibility.
>We spent the next few weeks sorting out details, silly and important. Her family (and her dad whoever that damn doubting thomas was) was on board. I think Anna's mom was our champion. Her family spent enough time abroad that it wasn't as crazy as it sounds. When you go from country to country, across a country is just a connection flight away.
>Anna didn't have much stuff she wanted to take. I cautiously suggested she leave her furniture in tact as my house was furnished.
>When the details were sorted, the plane ticket purchased and freight arranged for her belongings it became real.
>The night before we talked until almost dawn. I felt like I was in school again, talking to my highschool sweetheart, that innocence where you truly believe they are the one and only. But this time, I was old enough to know better. And I was still convinced.
>That evening I went to pick her up from the airport I was tingling. I went to her gate and everything felt strangely similar but completely different than last time. My hometown airport, my town, my house, and no butterflies of anxiety. I just couldn't wait to see my Anna.
>She got off the plane, White short shorts, one of those loose fitting shirts and big lense cali-sunglasses with the tortoise and gold.
>Bright white smile, she ran to me as I leaned into the velvet fencing. I picked her up over it, she caught her flip flop in it and it fell off but I didn't care. We hugged and kissed and I spun her around in excitement.
She was here, and she was mine and I was hers and we were together. There was no bitter-sweet good bye coming at the end of the week. This was just the beginning.
She didn't want to waste time eating out, she ate on the plane. I was a little hungry but the excitement made me lose my appetite.
you get really shitty during the alst thread, glad to see it's getting better again. this was almost on par with the beginning. Good job OP
And stop fucking rolling you retards
>The whole drive home, we might have said ten words. But I know both of our minds were racing. We held hands and enjoyed each others company... And the company of famous EDM artists.
>When we got back to my house, I gave her the keys and grabbed the bags. A big carry on and two checked bags that were pushing 50lbs each easy. They felt light, and I felt like I was floating.
>She held the door for me. Closed it behind me. The next thing I remember, I was getting tackled, bags in hand onto the chair and a half armchair in my living room. Anna on top with a mischievous grin.
>"I missed you Anon"
>"I missed you too Anna" (I say sweetie sometimes and she has nick names for me but its clearer this way)
>"No Anon... I really missed you"
Queue the $40 porn track and long drawn out shots of my butt blocking everything good you want to see. Then I'll give you a shot of the girl just long enough for you to get close then cut to my face with a pancake pussy ass man smile on.
>But seriously I'm not going to too far into it. We clearly missed each other, but we couldn't have been any closer for the next few hours... And I tried climbing inside from anywhere I could.
>That night, I cooked dinner for her. It was better than I could have imagined. Intimate, quiet, there was no one else in the whole world but us. No servers, no social rules to follow. We didn't have to talk, we were able to swim in the river of our melded thoughts. I'm sure drugs could recreate this feeling of pure ecstasy but we had it and our faculties.
>When we laid down that night. Right before I fell asleep, she scooted into me and said, "Anon?"
>"I love you"
WHY IS THIS STILL GOING ON
THE FIRST OP FUCKED US
GO BACK TO MLP
I'm feeling from present tense slipping through, this story happened in to the past but I don't think its over.
I'm digging it OP, keep going.
Anna moved in four months ago. We have had our disagreements. Specifically I kick my socks off at the foot of the bed and they get stuck in the sheets. I never used to tuck them in, she does. It wasn't an issue. Also, she never knew about Charmin Ultra Soft, no wonder she stopped eating. If I had to wipe with the plebian sandpaper all the time I'd stop eating too.
But I can honestly say, despite a few hiccups, this has been an incredible journey. I won the lottery anon's. I did it. And I wanted to let you all know my story.
OP. you're a cool guy.
still would love a pic of anna tho because i can only think of Frozen.
I know it'll happen. But even in past relationships I didn't raise my voice. We talked it out. I just have to make sure I don't become distant. Rather than fight I distance, which is worse. No pictures guys, you know the deal.
This, how you make it work when shit isn't happy rainbows is what really defines the relationship. It's what establishes real love for years after the chemicals wear off.
That was a pleasure to read, thank you for taking the time. Please come back and update us on how things are going, we have nothing better to do anyway.
Compiled all your posts OP
Took you long enough
Halo isn't the only one that creates new profiles with that sort of naming scheme, so no, not a Halo reference. I made the username to be easy to remember (for myself and others), but generic enough that I have no problems disposing of it if needed.
I keep an eye out for these threads in general, but I'm only human. I still need sleep, and I still have a life, y'know? Since I started doing this two weeks ago, half the time I've woken up and just caught a good stories thread mere seconds before it 404s.
And twice I've left a thread open while I go out, only to find the long story continued in another thread that I've missed entirely while I was out. (Fortunately the full stories popped up later and I was still able to archive them.)
Sleep isn't the only issue though. I have no idea if you'll even post today. I could have an emergency situation pop up and have to leave suddenly, or you might have something you need to go out for in a bit. Shit happens, and all that.