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… and that’s ok. When you read what I have to say here, you may very well think I’m crazy, too. Still ok.

Was having a conversation with Boon (yeah, hence the category this is assigned to) wherein he confessed that he had been afraid to tell me something.

Afraid. Afraid?!

Now, I’ll give you that I have a reputation for being, as he says, a bit of a “spitfire.” I’ll give you that when irritated, I have made grown men cry. But, I’m not really that scary. Not really. Especially not with the people that I love unconditionally. And boy, do I love my Boon.

He’s like my brother.

So, when he ‘fessed up about the thing that he was apparently afraid to tell me, and I didn’t tear him a new asshole, he was surprised, and I gather, relieved. And the thing that he was so afraid to tell me?

That he’d passed leadership of his/our WoW guild over to another member. And no, it wasn’t that he was afraid to tell me because he didn’t make me the GM. Honestly, that’s not a job I want.

I told him, “It’s not as if I needed that to have you. You’re still mine.” And he said “Always.” Aww. At least he gets me, even if maybe no one else would.

As sad as it is for me to write this, on some levels, because it means “the end of an era” – ok, maybe not anything as grandiose as that – it’s a change to something that, once upon a time, I was very committed to and involved with. I remember pleading with Boon, who at the time I knew as “Khadinan,” to start his own guild, because whatever he was doing in WoW, I wanted to tag along with him.

(Boon is definitely a kindred spirit… someone who I just felt close to right from the start, you see.)

And, at the start, the guild was everything I’d wanted it to be, and hoped it would be. A group of like-minded players who really enjoyed hanging out with one another… for the most part. There are a few people who made their way into the ranks of Duskwing that didn’t really belong there at all, but I guess there’s a reason I have a reputation for being a spitfire. The ones that didn’t really fit, never really stuck around.

Lately, though, partially due to my own WoW inactivity (on the Alliance side, anyway) and partially due to huge growth within DW, I feel as if I don’t belong there anymore. I don’t belong there anymore. I can look at it, now, and be proud to have been involved, and be proud of what it’s become, but it’s just not the same. And that’s ok. Everything changes, after all, and all you can do is hope it’s for the best.

Except, some things won’t change, because I won’t let them. Boon is mine. Always.

Mine as in, my friend, my brother, my family. All my friends are mine. And I am theirs. And that’s just the way it is. I’m not sure how any of them feel about the way I express my love and appreciation for them; they probably think I’m crazy. But that’s ok, they manage to love me back anyway, and for that I’m so very grateful.