Crystal at My Doorstep - 1

Crystal at My Doorstep - 1

Crystal at My Doorstep - 1

January 1st

So it's a new year. You know what that means, don't you? Well, I do. You wouldn't; couldn't, even, as this is our first personal encounter. Sometimes I like the new year. Starting fresh and such; but some of the other aspects can be a little more tedious and therefore less favourable. But there is no one to blame but myself, I guess, as this was my idea after all.

Normally I'd use this first meeting to tell you about myself. Name, age, physical features and the like. I think I'll skip all of that this time around. It's all trivial, really. It doesn't make a difference as to how I will convey the information I choose to disclose. Neither should it change your opinion of me and how I react to the world. Not that you could, for that matter, being who you are. Nah, I'll just skip all that crap and get to the juicy bits.

But first! First I must explain your responsibilities. Rather, your responsibility, as there is only one. You've got to listen. Yep, that's it! You will be the one I go to. For everything, really. My one and only confidant. [God knows that no one around here is even half as worthy as you]. Just so you know, I will never lie. No, not to you; for there is too much at stake. If I cannot trust you, who can I trust?

Anyways, I've had enough of this useless banter. If I feel that something is pertinent enough to be shared with you, then I will share it. Other than that, assume that you already hold all the necessary information. Here I go...

I'm feeling kind of floaty today. That is not to say it's not a normal occurrence. If you'd have been my first this is something that I would not have to explain. But, you weren't, so here we are! Even though it's kind of always there, I thought I'd tell you about it. And before you ask, no, it's not that kind of floaty wherein you hover above the ground. Though, to be quite frank, sometimes that's how it feels. Nope, this is a floating of a different variety. One that's a little difficult to explain. But I'll give it a shot, seeing who you are.

It's not a hovering, so what is it? Something else entirely, that is for sure. Like butterflies. But instead of fluttering around in there like they haven't got a care, it’s war! A battle of the butterflies, if you will. And the source of their discontent? It has nothing to do with them, I can assure you. No, it's a retaliation! Against me? Against the world?
Who knows...

To be honest, none of that really matters. You'll soon come to see that I do that a lot. I'll barrage you with useless information, taking up so much of your valuable time, that it's ridiculous. Forget everything I just said. Well, except the part about be being senselessly detached from life. [Or at least from how other people perceive it to be.] Oh yeah, that part about the floaty-ness; that's important too!

That floating, well it's kind of the reason for this story's existence. The reason why I keep retelling it, anyways. Actually, let me correct that last statement. It's why I keep attempting to tell it, as I've never actually come across someone I could bring myself to share everything with. No one seems to last more than a year.

You're my sixth.
Maybe you'll be different...