As we get older we start to see and feel the world around us take its toll on our bodies and perception. Whether it be the gradual sagging of different body parts, or the seemingly endless exhaustion, it's all a part of getting older.
But what I don't accept is the bitterness that can start to settle in our hearts and minds. We begin to see our world as a place we have to guard and defend ourselves from rather than a place to be a part of and enjoy.
Back before that first major heartbreak, before the friend let us down, before a parent made you feel "not enough," there was a spark of life there. We could see the world through pure eyes and be excited about it. There was magic to be found and adventures to be had! That random hole you came upon in the woods most definitely lead to Wonderland, if only you could fit...
So where did that all go? I know it still has to be there because I've witnessed it in myself and in you! Like that one time when we...
So go out today, tomorrow, next week, month, year, and try and remember how you saw things before. Feel the world around you the way you should feel it. All the negativity and darkness is there too, don't think I'm naive. But, I'm confident you can look past all that, if only for a minute, and just let love consume you completely. Feel safe in that minute, and let others feel safe around you.
And if you ever think you need more than that minute, I'm always down for some fort making and imagination time.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The Man With The Beard
The earliest memory I have of The Man With The Beard is seeing him in pictures and videos. I'm not sure if my perception of him was shaped by these different forms of media, or by my family. A little of both most likely.
Either way, once a year he would come to visit our house and I could hardly sleep the night before. I'd spend weeks waiting for him, waiting to what he would surprise me with this time! The Man With The Beard never disappointed either, he would bring me exactly what I'd been wanting. Of course, after sending him letters and visiting with his look-a-likes, I'd have been surprised if he didn't bring me at least one thing I wanted.
At my house I always knew The Man With The Beard would come at some point in the middle of the night, and so I would leave my bed periodically throughout the night to check. Each year, the early hours of December 25th definitely saw an increase in bathroom visits in the Roberts' house.
I'd lay in my bed convincing myself I had just heard what had to be hooves on our tin roof. But I knew I couldn't run out just yet, and so I would lie there shaking with excitement, gathering up all the self control my little body could handle.
Eventually of course one of my "bathroom visits" would reveal what I'd been waiting for: a tree surrounded by presents!! No matter if it was barely 12 am, or close to sunrise, no time was too early for me to run around and wake everyone in the house.
The fact that my adult family members allowed this each year is one of my favorite Christmas memories, I know they had to be so sleepy!
I'm sure my excitement was contagious though as I'd barely be able to rip off the wrapping paper from my hands shaking so much. The Woman Who Shaped Me would sit by and be just as excited, giving The Man With The Beard all the credit for all the wonderful gifts I was getting.
After all the presents were opened it was an all-nighter in my house, no way was I going to sleep with all the new stuff I had! Once it was an appropriate time, I'd call my Aunt and cousins to see if The Man With The Beard had stopped by their house yet. Year after year he would come by, munch on some cookies, and leave our stockings bulging and the space under our tree filled.
The magic that The Man With The Beard brought to my life each year is one of my favorite parts of my childhood, and why Christmas is my favorite holiday to this day. Of course, now that I'm older a lot of The Man With The Beard's magic isn't as effective on me, sadly. But it's just one more reason that I can't wait to have kids of my own, so that hopefully one day I can introduce them to the excitement and magic that The Man With The Beard brings around each December.
Either way, once a year he would come to visit our house and I could hardly sleep the night before. I'd spend weeks waiting for him, waiting to what he would surprise me with this time! The Man With The Beard never disappointed either, he would bring me exactly what I'd been wanting. Of course, after sending him letters and visiting with his look-a-likes, I'd have been surprised if he didn't bring me at least one thing I wanted.
At my house I always knew The Man With The Beard would come at some point in the middle of the night, and so I would leave my bed periodically throughout the night to check. Each year, the early hours of December 25th definitely saw an increase in bathroom visits in the Roberts' house.
I'd lay in my bed convincing myself I had just heard what had to be hooves on our tin roof. But I knew I couldn't run out just yet, and so I would lie there shaking with excitement, gathering up all the self control my little body could handle.
Eventually of course one of my "bathroom visits" would reveal what I'd been waiting for: a tree surrounded by presents!! No matter if it was barely 12 am, or close to sunrise, no time was too early for me to run around and wake everyone in the house.
The fact that my adult family members allowed this each year is one of my favorite Christmas memories, I know they had to be so sleepy!
I'm sure my excitement was contagious though as I'd barely be able to rip off the wrapping paper from my hands shaking so much. The Woman Who Shaped Me would sit by and be just as excited, giving The Man With The Beard all the credit for all the wonderful gifts I was getting.
After all the presents were opened it was an all-nighter in my house, no way was I going to sleep with all the new stuff I had! Once it was an appropriate time, I'd call my Aunt and cousins to see if The Man With The Beard had stopped by their house yet. Year after year he would come by, munch on some cookies, and leave our stockings bulging and the space under our tree filled.
The magic that The Man With The Beard brought to my life each year is one of my favorite parts of my childhood, and why Christmas is my favorite holiday to this day. Of course, now that I'm older a lot of The Man With The Beard's magic isn't as effective on me, sadly. But it's just one more reason that I can't wait to have kids of my own, so that hopefully one day I can introduce them to the excitement and magic that The Man With The Beard brings around each December.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Boy With The Wigs
Normally stealing alcohol at a party would not be something you'd think twice about, and I sure didn't the night I found the lone bottle of bubble gum vodka sitting on the counter. I was at a party where I only kind of knew people, and as I had gotten there late, everyone else was already feeling good whereas I was completely sober and in desperate need for some "social lubricant." Little did I know that this particular bottle of vodka would be the beginning of a long line of bottles I'd be sharing with The Boy With The Wigs.
Not long after we were again introduced at some social event where I had definitely gotten a hold of plenty of alcohol and so felt it appropriate to confess to The Boy With The Wigs how I had stolen some of his liquor. Of course he didn't mind and ended up inviting me to what would be one of my favorite Summer/Fall activites: Bonfire Parties! Something about being drunk out in a field around a fire under the star filled sky really made us all lose our inhibitions. Those few times I was lucky enough to go will definitely be moments that I'll always remember.
But it wasn't until Halloween when The Boy With The Wigs and I, along with The Boy With The Lips, really sealed our friendship bond with a bottle of Rumple between the three of us. We finished off the bottle with a celebratory three-way kiss of course.
Realizing we'd happened upon something special, we spent many of the following months going to one party or another, always getting everyone on our level, and convincing boys to kiss us when we could. The Boy With The Wigs was convinced I had some sort of magical power of persuasion over these boys. I must admit I have no idea why they were all so willing to kiss us just by request. I guess it's true though, "ask and you shall receive."
The Boy With The Wigs became a constant fixture in my life, always coordinating my social life, as well as being there for me for any deeper emotional venting/support that I needed. It was through The Boy With The Wigs that I was introduced to The Boy With My Heart, along with countless other invaluable friends, many who have a post of their own here on my blog. Each party The Boy With The Wigs would show up in a new outfit (accompanied with a wig of course) that went just that little bit more than his last. His outfits were one of the most anticipated events at a lot of parties, and he was never one to disappoint.
But my favorite part of The Boy With The Wigs is when he takes the wig off, his true self. It's then that you can fully appreciate him as his heart blossoms open in front of you and he pours all his love out for all to see, no holding back. I've never witnessed someone go above and beyond to help their friends and family like The Boy With The Wigs does. I believe you'd be hard pressed to find a person who has come into contact with him that can say that he didn't have some sort of positive affect on their life. The Boy With The Wigs is truly an inspiration in the way that he lives his life and in his love for others.
He's really someone you must know, you see. ;)
Not long after we were again introduced at some social event where I had definitely gotten a hold of plenty of alcohol and so felt it appropriate to confess to The Boy With The Wigs how I had stolen some of his liquor. Of course he didn't mind and ended up inviting me to what would be one of my favorite Summer/Fall activites: Bonfire Parties! Something about being drunk out in a field around a fire under the star filled sky really made us all lose our inhibitions. Those few times I was lucky enough to go will definitely be moments that I'll always remember.
But it wasn't until Halloween when The Boy With The Wigs and I, along with The Boy With The Lips, really sealed our friendship bond with a bottle of Rumple between the three of us. We finished off the bottle with a celebratory three-way kiss of course.
Realizing we'd happened upon something special, we spent many of the following months going to one party or another, always getting everyone on our level, and convincing boys to kiss us when we could. The Boy With The Wigs was convinced I had some sort of magical power of persuasion over these boys. I must admit I have no idea why they were all so willing to kiss us just by request. I guess it's true though, "ask and you shall receive."
The Boy With The Wigs became a constant fixture in my life, always coordinating my social life, as well as being there for me for any deeper emotional venting/support that I needed. It was through The Boy With The Wigs that I was introduced to The Boy With My Heart, along with countless other invaluable friends, many who have a post of their own here on my blog. Each party The Boy With The Wigs would show up in a new outfit (accompanied with a wig of course) that went just that little bit more than his last. His outfits were one of the most anticipated events at a lot of parties, and he was never one to disappoint.
But my favorite part of The Boy With The Wigs is when he takes the wig off, his true self. It's then that you can fully appreciate him as his heart blossoms open in front of you and he pours all his love out for all to see, no holding back. I've never witnessed someone go above and beyond to help their friends and family like The Boy With The Wigs does. I believe you'd be hard pressed to find a person who has come into contact with him that can say that he didn't have some sort of positive affect on their life. The Boy With The Wigs is truly an inspiration in the way that he lives his life and in his love for others.
He's really someone you must know, you see. ;)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
The Lady With The Smile
I don't remember the first time I met The Lady With The Smile, it was just like suddenly here was an amazing person in my life. Each time I saw her she had different hair, but always the same beautiful smile and radiating light around her. We would dance at the club, or chug a bottle at a party, and then slowly a genuine friendship formed.
The Lady With The Smile to me is one of those people that make me feel completely comfortable, and comforted, when she is around. She just seems to be able to see through any facade that you try putting up and comes in with a big hug that makes all your problems fade away, if only for a second. Sometimes The Lady With The Smile will just randomly send you a text to say "I love you," and who doesn't like being reminded that someone out there is thinking and caring about you.
I find myself telling The Lady With The Smile personal things that are going on in my life that I normally try and keep bottled up. She always listens with her full attention, and then offers some of the best advice I ever get from anyone. But she doesn't stop there, she always comes back to check and make sure I'm doing okay with whatever was going on. Rarely do you find someone who will be genuinely interested and concerned with your issues.
As people grow older the world has a way of taking more and more from them. It's rare to find people who seem to still be grasping on to that genuine love for others and a love for life. The Lady With The Smile is definitely one of those people though. I'm not implying The Lady With The Smile is old in the least, but I hope that when I reach her age I can dance and live my life as freely as she does. I respect the childlike part of herself that she has held on to and strive to be that same sort of person.
This post is a little more serious than I would have liked as The Lady With The Smile and I are usually just always having fun and enjoying our friends together; laughing, dancing, playing hide-and-seek. But as much fun as we have, it's all the things I've described about her, and how she makes me feel, that means the most. I can say with almost 100% confidence that I'm not the only one she makes feel this wonderful either.
So pink hair, vampire teeth, covered in mud, or dripping in sweat dancing on stage, the smile that The Lady offers to her friends and the world always stays constant and true. Exactly what we need.
The Lady With The Smile to me is one of those people that make me feel completely comfortable, and comforted, when she is around. She just seems to be able to see through any facade that you try putting up and comes in with a big hug that makes all your problems fade away, if only for a second. Sometimes The Lady With The Smile will just randomly send you a text to say "I love you," and who doesn't like being reminded that someone out there is thinking and caring about you.
I find myself telling The Lady With The Smile personal things that are going on in my life that I normally try and keep bottled up. She always listens with her full attention, and then offers some of the best advice I ever get from anyone. But she doesn't stop there, she always comes back to check and make sure I'm doing okay with whatever was going on. Rarely do you find someone who will be genuinely interested and concerned with your issues.
As people grow older the world has a way of taking more and more from them. It's rare to find people who seem to still be grasping on to that genuine love for others and a love for life. The Lady With The Smile is definitely one of those people though. I'm not implying The Lady With The Smile is old in the least, but I hope that when I reach her age I can dance and live my life as freely as she does. I respect the childlike part of herself that she has held on to and strive to be that same sort of person.
This post is a little more serious than I would have liked as The Lady With The Smile and I are usually just always having fun and enjoying our friends together; laughing, dancing, playing hide-and-seek. But as much fun as we have, it's all the things I've described about her, and how she makes me feel, that means the most. I can say with almost 100% confidence that I'm not the only one she makes feel this wonderful either.
So pink hair, vampire teeth, covered in mud, or dripping in sweat dancing on stage, the smile that The Lady offers to her friends and the world always stays constant and true. Exactly what we need.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
The Woman Who Shaped Me
I've been thinking of how to write this post in a way that really portrays how amazing The Woman Who Shaped Me was, but nothing really seemed to do her justice. Those of you who knew her already know the type of person she was, and I hope that there are glimpses of her in me. So instead of explaining her and the 25 years I spent with her, I decided to just run through some memories that stick out in my mind.
That shelf of bells was just too tempting for me to resist, or so I hear, I was still young enough that I couldn't walk yet and don't remember. The Woman Who Shaped Me would tell me not to touch the bells, slap my hand, and then watch as I held her gaze and reached over to knock one from the shelf. As I got older The Woman Who Shaped Me turned my obsession with the bells into an obsession with cleaning. It was my job to take a big bucket of soapy water and clean each individual bell on the shelf. I of course thought this was wonderful and so expanded my cleaning to every little whatnot and figurine in the entire house, and if you knew The Woman Who Shaped Me, you know she had a lot of them. As an adult she let me go through and pick out which bells I wanted from the shelf to take to my own house, and so now they sit in my hallway in my most of the time clean house. Thanks for making me a clean freak!
I remember being in the kitchen more than any other room in the house growing up. The linoleum floor had patterns that made perfect roads to drive my cars on, swerving in between the legs of The Woman Who Shaped Me, sometimes crashing into her feet. I would also find ways to hide my little body in the cabinets so I could surprise The Woman Who Shaped Me when she'd open them. I had a little stool to stand on next to The Woman Who Shaped Me so I could reach the counter and help her sort out the bad beans or flatten the dough for the homemade biscuits. I'd get to hold the mixer when making cakes and tried to learn how to decorate the cakes the way she did. If ever I didn't like what was for dinner then The Woman Who Shaped Me would just make me a grilled cheese, with Miracle Whip of course. Unfortunately as an adult the kitchen is a mystery to me, I can barely make my own grilled cheese. What did stick was my refusal to eat certain foods. Thanks for aiding me in being a picky eater!
When I was born The Woman Who Shaped Me immediately took me as her own. When I had a splinter in my foot from refusing to ever wear shoes, she would use a sewing needle to perform delicate surgical removal of the splinter. I of course screamed and cried like I was going through an amputation. When we would sit in church for what seemed like hours, The Woman Who Shaped Me would let me lay my head over on her shoulder, which still seems to be the most comfortable thing I've ever laid my head on. I'd hold her hand and run my thumb over the tips of her fingernails, which always looked exactly the same to me the entire 25 years. Even as an adult I'd still sit by her on her bed with my head on her shoulder, holding her hand, feeling safe and worry free. Thanks for showing me true comfort!
As long as I can remember The Woman Who Shaped Me had the job of taking care of people. She did this as a profession, with her husband, sisters, daughters, grandkids, nieces, nephews, etc. I can't really remember a time that she ever put herself in front of what others needed. Almost anything I wanted or needed she would work for me to have. Sometimes I couldn't understand how The Woman Who Shaped Me could turn around and be there for someone after they had treated her so badly, but she always did. I never witnessed The Woman Who Shaped Me being cruel to anyone, and as for me I never received any sort of punishments from her. Thank you for showing me what real selflessness and forgiveness looks like!
Excitement over the holidays, family, stories of the past, cleaning, loving, acceptance, patience, so much more. These are the things The Woman Who Shaped Me helped me understand, appreciate, and carry on in my own life. Every day I wish I could continue to learn more from her, but I know now that I just have to take that light she gave me and keep passing it on to everyone I encounter and hope I make her proud. Even though I'm the combined product of everyone I've had in my life, she is definitely The Woman Who Shaped Me.
That shelf of bells was just too tempting for me to resist, or so I hear, I was still young enough that I couldn't walk yet and don't remember. The Woman Who Shaped Me would tell me not to touch the bells, slap my hand, and then watch as I held her gaze and reached over to knock one from the shelf. As I got older The Woman Who Shaped Me turned my obsession with the bells into an obsession with cleaning. It was my job to take a big bucket of soapy water and clean each individual bell on the shelf. I of course thought this was wonderful and so expanded my cleaning to every little whatnot and figurine in the entire house, and if you knew The Woman Who Shaped Me, you know she had a lot of them. As an adult she let me go through and pick out which bells I wanted from the shelf to take to my own house, and so now they sit in my hallway in my most of the time clean house. Thanks for making me a clean freak!
I remember being in the kitchen more than any other room in the house growing up. The linoleum floor had patterns that made perfect roads to drive my cars on, swerving in between the legs of The Woman Who Shaped Me, sometimes crashing into her feet. I would also find ways to hide my little body in the cabinets so I could surprise The Woman Who Shaped Me when she'd open them. I had a little stool to stand on next to The Woman Who Shaped Me so I could reach the counter and help her sort out the bad beans or flatten the dough for the homemade biscuits. I'd get to hold the mixer when making cakes and tried to learn how to decorate the cakes the way she did. If ever I didn't like what was for dinner then The Woman Who Shaped Me would just make me a grilled cheese, with Miracle Whip of course. Unfortunately as an adult the kitchen is a mystery to me, I can barely make my own grilled cheese. What did stick was my refusal to eat certain foods. Thanks for aiding me in being a picky eater!
When I was born The Woman Who Shaped Me immediately took me as her own. When I had a splinter in my foot from refusing to ever wear shoes, she would use a sewing needle to perform delicate surgical removal of the splinter. I of course screamed and cried like I was going through an amputation. When we would sit in church for what seemed like hours, The Woman Who Shaped Me would let me lay my head over on her shoulder, which still seems to be the most comfortable thing I've ever laid my head on. I'd hold her hand and run my thumb over the tips of her fingernails, which always looked exactly the same to me the entire 25 years. Even as an adult I'd still sit by her on her bed with my head on her shoulder, holding her hand, feeling safe and worry free. Thanks for showing me true comfort!
As long as I can remember The Woman Who Shaped Me had the job of taking care of people. She did this as a profession, with her husband, sisters, daughters, grandkids, nieces, nephews, etc. I can't really remember a time that she ever put herself in front of what others needed. Almost anything I wanted or needed she would work for me to have. Sometimes I couldn't understand how The Woman Who Shaped Me could turn around and be there for someone after they had treated her so badly, but she always did. I never witnessed The Woman Who Shaped Me being cruel to anyone, and as for me I never received any sort of punishments from her. Thank you for showing me what real selflessness and forgiveness looks like!
Excitement over the holidays, family, stories of the past, cleaning, loving, acceptance, patience, so much more. These are the things The Woman Who Shaped Me helped me understand, appreciate, and carry on in my own life. Every day I wish I could continue to learn more from her, but I know now that I just have to take that light she gave me and keep passing it on to everyone I encounter and hope I make her proud. Even though I'm the combined product of everyone I've had in my life, she is definitely The Woman Who Shaped Me.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Girl With The Laugh
It was one of those days where I felt completely random and hyper, a day where I would do most anything that popped into my head. Thankfully that is when The Girl With The Laugh happened to be walking past the bus I was on. I saw her coming and decided I would talk to this stranger, be silly, and make her laugh. Of course just as other times I'm randomly drawn to people, The With The Laugh and I became friends almost instantaneously.
The Girl With The Laugh was as silly as me and so we decided to play a trick on one of my friends. I told her to go run up to him, pretend she knew him, and give him a hug. Of course she did it, I knew this was a fun friend I wanted. Luckily we talked a bit more and discovered a future friendship was totally possible as we were both attending the same college the next year! For the remainder of high school we would occasionally chat, run into each other at special college days, etc.
Then it was time for college, and The Girl With The Laugh was the only friend I had going in. One by one we expanded our friendship group, like my roommate "Pickle" and The Boy With The Shoes. We would just ride around listening to good music, visit thrift stores, or anything else we could come up with. We had "Tie Day Friday"and were often known to be trying to solve the mystery of Henry, the OBU bell tower inhabitant.
Eventually I started meeting other people and branched out to other groups where I wasn't around The Girl With The Laugh as often. We somewhat grew apart, but remained friends. Years later we are still friends and rekindled our long ago bond in a drunken giggle-fest at our friend's wedding.
The Girl With The Laugh is just one of those friends that you have so much in common with that you can't help but be friends. Eventually I hope that we live in the same city again so we can make tons of new memories like watching episodes of "Teen Mom" or pretend we know complete strangers. Plus I can't help but keep a smile on my face when I hear the very distinguishable sound of joy that comes from The Girl With The Laugh.
The Girl With The Laugh was as silly as me and so we decided to play a trick on one of my friends. I told her to go run up to him, pretend she knew him, and give him a hug. Of course she did it, I knew this was a fun friend I wanted. Luckily we talked a bit more and discovered a future friendship was totally possible as we were both attending the same college the next year! For the remainder of high school we would occasionally chat, run into each other at special college days, etc.
Then it was time for college, and The Girl With The Laugh was the only friend I had going in. One by one we expanded our friendship group, like my roommate "Pickle" and The Boy With The Shoes. We would just ride around listening to good music, visit thrift stores, or anything else we could come up with. We had "Tie Day Friday"and were often known to be trying to solve the mystery of Henry, the OBU bell tower inhabitant.
Eventually I started meeting other people and branched out to other groups where I wasn't around The Girl With The Laugh as often. We somewhat grew apart, but remained friends. Years later we are still friends and rekindled our long ago bond in a drunken giggle-fest at our friend's wedding.
The Girl With The Laugh is just one of those friends that you have so much in common with that you can't help but be friends. Eventually I hope that we live in the same city again so we can make tons of new memories like watching episodes of "Teen Mom" or pretend we know complete strangers. Plus I can't help but keep a smile on my face when I hear the very distinguishable sound of joy that comes from The Girl With The Laugh.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
The Boy With My Heart
The first time I saw him he was wearing a Nintendo shirt with all of my favorite characters on it, thus earning him his first golden coin.
Right away I knew he was going to be someone different with his first words to me being, "Oh my gosh, YOUR EYES! They're beautiful!" Second golden coin. It was like he used some sort of power up that allowed him to see into my life and adjust his interests to link up perfectly with mine. He collected coin after coin the more we figured out.
The Boy was able to press all the right buttons that resulted in a combo attack on the walls I had put up, knocking them down and jumping over the hurdles that would make a short Italian plumber jealous. Our lives just seemed to synchronize effortlessly. The more time we spent together, the more we realized we had really discovered something special, a hidden area on this level of our lives that we had passed over and over before.
As fun and exciting as it all was though, it was also scary. There was no strategy guide released that could tell us which paths to take to avoid any traps, or where to find the secret items that would make us invincible to any enemies along the way. But then the Boy and I realized that sometimes you just have to explore the new worlds you encounter, and this was definitely something new.
Eventually the Boy traded in all the coins he had earned, allowing him to level up and receive my heart as the prize. There were a few boss battles along the way for me as well, such as meeting his family, but of course I got a new high score that earned me my place as number one and my turn to level up.
Even though the Boy With My Heart and I have played through adventures that resemble the one we are on now, this one is definitely an updated version and have yet to see where exactly the story leads. But I feel confident that just like every Mario or Zelda game, the Boy With My Heart and I will play level after level, on all the sequels and consoles, to save our love and avoid a game over.
Right away I knew he was going to be someone different with his first words to me being, "Oh my gosh, YOUR EYES! They're beautiful!" Second golden coin. It was like he used some sort of power up that allowed him to see into my life and adjust his interests to link up perfectly with mine. He collected coin after coin the more we figured out.
The Boy was able to press all the right buttons that resulted in a combo attack on the walls I had put up, knocking them down and jumping over the hurdles that would make a short Italian plumber jealous. Our lives just seemed to synchronize effortlessly. The more time we spent together, the more we realized we had really discovered something special, a hidden area on this level of our lives that we had passed over and over before.
As fun and exciting as it all was though, it was also scary. There was no strategy guide released that could tell us which paths to take to avoid any traps, or where to find the secret items that would make us invincible to any enemies along the way. But then the Boy and I realized that sometimes you just have to explore the new worlds you encounter, and this was definitely something new.
Eventually the Boy traded in all the coins he had earned, allowing him to level up and receive my heart as the prize. There were a few boss battles along the way for me as well, such as meeting his family, but of course I got a new high score that earned me my place as number one and my turn to level up.
Even though the Boy With My Heart and I have played through adventures that resemble the one we are on now, this one is definitely an updated version and have yet to see where exactly the story leads. But I feel confident that just like every Mario or Zelda game, the Boy With My Heart and I will play level after level, on all the sequels and consoles, to save our love and avoid a game over.
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