Okay, so this is my first post.

I miss you, mom.

~Amelia

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No! Wrong picture! How do I delete on this thing…oh, well. Bit of suspense for you guys.

So, I’ve read this is essentially how my mother started her story. I’ve read her blog posts. Got a little bit awkward with the parts with my dad, but it was nice to see their wedding day. Gladsten was a jerk.

So, anyway. I’m at a spooky day party dressed as a chef. I got an invite.

Aiden on the other hand did not get an invite, but tagged along anyway.

Dressed as a hotdog.

Whaaat an idiot.

I’d heard about Argus Brown. He was a werewolf, and waaay too old for me. He messaged my mother on her dating profile when she first moved here! Yeah, that old. But there was an…attraction. We talked all night.

A few days later, we met for a date.

We built a snowman.

Slept together in an igloo-I mean, actually sleep! I learnt from mother not to let a guy inside your pants the first chance he can get. We did, ah…well, we kissed. That was nice.

But things were NOT to be there, as I found out he was cheating on me! We hadn’t agreed to go steady yet, so it wasn’t so bad, but…it stings.

Meanwhile, Aiden was looking for a girlfriend.

He eventually found one, but when he asked her to move in, it turned out she had children. Not just one or two, but THREE. That certainly put a downer on their relationship. Aiden was too young to look after three kids that weren’t his.

Bye bye mysterious woman! I was never introduced to you, so I never knew your name, but I’m sure you were lovely.

This…this is it.

This is him.

Damien Lavoie.

We met at the Fall Festival, and we just…clicked.

Even though he had a little bit of a problem with pie. He confessed to me that he couldn’t afford a workout machine, and going to the gym made him self conscious..,so I threw one of mom’s potions at him. It worked! He was trim and happy.

We met for a date a couple of days later, at a frozen fishing pond. He is not the best at skating, but he was certainly persistent.

We had our first kiss.

And I asked him to be my boyfriend.

He said yes, of course.

I suppose…well, losing people is hard. It’s always going to be hard. Their memory is still there even when the person isn’t, and that can feel terrible. You miss the little things. Their smell, their routine, their cooking.

I miss my mother’s pancakes, and the way she always smelt like incense smoke from the gypsy caravan.

I miss the way my father would write his books so fast on the keyboard. I could hear the furious tapping from upstairs in my room.

But the seasons change. Plants grow, and the world doesn’t fall down just because we miss someone. We miss people because we loved them. And that’s good. When we’re heartbroken from missing someone, it gets better. We still miss them, but we just find ways of getting by.