The Story of Lu II

Six months after his "passing," I met a man. I was doing a text-based roleplay kind of thing. I was obsessed with the storytelling. He was too. We played. He fucked four of my characters. I told him he was a whore. He laughed and said he would never. I told him to prove it and he never really did.

Somehow one conversation led to us pouring our hearts out. That man was you of course. Although, we were boys back then. Your name was something else. It was kind of cute. I thought so anyway. Your character's name was Lu though. So I've settled for that name here.

You told me about your parents and how your relationship was difficult. How you lived for your siblings, particularly your baby sister. You loved playing football and you were good at it too. Anime was sent directly to your heart by some God and Marvel comics were made with your soul in mind.

I was not fond of my parents. I would kill for my siblings. I played baseball once and even though I loved sports, I was only ever mediocre at them. I loved music and singing was my life. Pouring my every emotion into my words was something I just couldn't stop. It didn't take long for us to know the other.

We would call every day. I remember one day you were hiding in some truck or trailer. Your uncle found you. He asked you a question.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

You grumbled and got flustered. Said something about me not being your boyfriend. Of course I wasn't. Was I?

"A rose being reddened by the prick of Aphrodite's foot as to the sunset blooming as we fall in love."

Another time your uncle asked if we were dating yet. You got flustered again and repeated that we weren't dating. He said something about him and I have sex and you became infuriated. Ah how my younger self loved the idea of someone who wanted me so bad. How I romanticized your anger. You flung yourself at him and he beat you hard. You never stood a chance.

The next day I asked you if you were in a relationship. You said things were confusing but that you were. You had waited for months for her to come around. She finally did. It was the happiest moment of your life and then just as suddenly she was avoiding you. You didn't like to think about it much and so what of me?

I wasn't in a relationship but I was healing from a broken heart. You wanted to know more and I insisted that nobody had ever cared to listen and neither would you. You persisted anyway. I told you and I broke down. Every feeling pouring out of my mouth like a gag reflex. After that day, I don't really know that I ever hurt over him again.

"Did you say you loved the way I smiled? Ignore my blush- No one has ever said that before...

And you love my laugh? Oh how it makes you laugh too. Please I wish we could just sit here taking turns laughing...

You heard my tragedy and fell in love with my resolve. You'd never believe how long I've waited to hear someone say that.

To be loved as I love myself."

In this moment, the sun was setting as I cried. You could see the golden rays in my tears. And if nothing else, I will have always remembered you for saving me there. I wasn't really sure if I could keep going without him. Your warmth took my tears and turned them into nothing but the air we breathed and let out. Just like that. It was gone. After it's all said and done, I give you this gift: my memories wrapped in metaphors and love, mixed with the poetry I've written of our time together.