the stars like dust

Dear Bandom,

It's not you, it's me.

Well, okay, it's partly you. I mean, sometimes you scare me silly. I like to believe you'd never beat me, but I've seen the bruises on some of your old flames, so...

But it's not about that. It's... This is harder to say than I thought it would be.

I've met someone else.

Don't get me wrong! I'm not LEAVING you. For every secret hate meme, you've got a Patrick Stump, a Frank Iero, or a Jamia Nestor. Sometimes you make me twist inside with tenderness, even while I'm squirming over another embarrassing thing you've said. You're in my heart, now.

It's just, I haven't felt this way in so long. I keep finding myself staying up late at night, thinking about this other fandom. It's bright and wonderful, heroic in unexpected ways, and it calls to every part of me. I knew I'd get along with it, but I never thought I'd be this swept away.

I know it'll never really love me back completely, but three little words can make me forget that. Three little words that mean adventure, and excitement, and all the riches of the universe. So I still care about you, bandom, I still want to be with you, it's just.

Captain Jack Harkness.

I know you'll understand.

Be Back before I Left (Probably),
stungunbilly

Yay for sneaking off to stealth post!
I've managed to get in a tiny bit of writing time; mostly on the Frank/Patrick sex thing, but a tiny piece of the therapy story and well. This quick little piece.