Oct. 28th, 2019 at 5:25 PM
My brother is engaged and I'm pretty sure the news triggered a memory that was rather sad, but I'm so happy for Luke that I'm refusing to let it bring me down, but I still wanted to tell you.LUKE - added after convo with Xing
Hey! Do you want to maybe meet Xing? Because we were talking and thought it would be nice to do a celebratory sort of dinner with you and Bridget sometime when we're all free.
Hey, you.
It occurred to me this morning that we have something very important to discuss. That very important thing being those airline vouchers that we so expertly won.
[...] Hey. I saw the anonymous stuff and um.
Xing, this is Waverly. Waves, this is Xing.
I don't know if I should have said something sooner, like as soon as you told me who you were dreaming about, Waverly, but I wasn't sure if it was my place and I didn't want to overstep boundaries or not respect either of your privacy so [...] yeah. I'm sorry if that wasn't the right call.
Anyway. Hi. 👋🏽
Remember when you said that I could bother you the next time you had an overnight and I was off shift? I'm going to cash that in now.
I overthink things. I could blame it on my parents' lack of emotional involvement and their stringent academic standards but it's more likely just the mess of past life anxiety that this town likes to hand out like giant scoops of ice cream.
But I think about Ted and Andromeda a lot. I think about you, too. And I thought about you before I knew that you were dreaming about Andromeda, but now those thoughts are all tangled up together, for better or for worse.
I know how Ted's story ends. I can't not think about it, though I try to keep it pushed to the back of my mind more often than not. I love remembering all the little happinesses they found together, of course. But his ending just seems to put a haze over all of that, no matter what else I think of.
I don't know every part of your story. And you don't owe me any more than what you've already shared, in one way or another. But I know that you've lost people you care about, and nothing makes that better. What I'm afraid of, though, is that my dreaming of Ted- the reminders of him that I bring- will only serve as another reinforcement of such profound loss.
I like you, Rachel. And maybe it's obvious, but I hadn't actually said it, so... now you know, for certain. I like you, and I'd like to take you out. On dates, not on non-work-related meetups.
But only if it's what you want. Only if the benefits of me (as such things may be) could outweigh the downfalls of Ted. I don't know my own future, and I wouldn't want to even if it was offered. But I know that, no matter what else, I don't want to be someone who hurts you.
Okay, it has been nearly a week of me ignoring the drives and tendencies that come with a lifetime of being an older sister and I can't do it anymore. Please note that I really did try, but the need to be nosy has grown to be too much and I can't do it anymore. It's out of my hands, really.
All that being said: she's very cute, Xing. 😏
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Before I ask, just tell me first impressions.