Has it ever happened to you sometime, that you do something you never thought you would do? Well, something happened to me some centuries ago.
So I was dating this Warlock, and I was quite new to this supernatural dating place. He was one handsome being with a beard tingling my ding-a-ling every time I saw him ( side effects of pogonophilia ). And, we just connected on great levels. So much alike yet so different.
We used to talk alot through our cauldron. Talking about what it feels like to be a gay warlock, how is Daenerys doing in Meereen and who are his favorite drag queens ( there was no thing called RuPaul’s Drag Race back then). But more importantly, I admired the way he looked at things.
Being two centuries old back then, I had seen alot of things. And with that, there couldn’t be any thing capable of scaring me. But for this young warlock, life was full of adventures and no companion to lead them on with. So he would go on them alone. And he would enjoy it as if he is experiencing it for the very first time, looking into the tiniest details and bringing out the best of them. An Aura that always keeps you coming back for more. A personality that begs for enchantment over lust.
But just when you believe that it’s time to move forward together, the things tear apart. At that moment, people generally get broken up into pieces and I was waiting for that to happen. But he didn’t let me. He stood by me, even when I tried to push him away. He finally got himself a place in my heart, not as my lover, but as my best friend.
But that is not the end, he still helps me out, in alot of ways, without even saying or doing anything. He made me believe in myself and taught me how to be myself all the time. There are times, when I do stuff that I could not back then. And the only reason I am able to do them, is because of this fellow warlock who eased my life for myself. He made me better…