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This might sound creepy... But WHAT IF... objects could talk?!

I got this thought sometime last week, but what if they really could?

When I was very young, the most amazing person I had to leave behind, to go to where I live in the present. I can't remember what he looked like, or even his name... Sometimes, I imagine he's that one or more views from Germany on my blog Silo Dreams every day, since his dad could be stationed there. And sometimes I think of what life would be if I had never left. I also imagine what he may look like now, and how his life has been like without me...

Everyone who was there sometimes talks about him (my mom thinks his first name was Peter), and says "he might of had a crush on you.." Apparently he would "protect" me because the other kids (it was preschool) would think it's weird I never talked, et cetera...

All I remember of him, myself, is that I had a huge (my first) crush on him, and I remember finally telling my mom in our shelter we nicknamed and still refer to as "The Orange House," that I had the crush, and my sister behind the wall in the other room said "Naomi likes a boyyy, Naomi likes a boyyy!" all teasingly and I remember her saying his 'last name' in the "Naomi and [...] sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, ..." and on.

Even then she was annoying; who would have guessed?

Gah...

...Sometimes I get the thought that someone I meet on the internet is him, and that's also how I get crushes so fast here (aka I've thought that of Mr. K. {may talk 'bout 'im later}).

So... I think that: "If only my doll I got from the preschool could talk... I bet she'd remember what he looked like, his name... I would talk to her for hours..."

I'm a lonely person. Shut up!

Ok, thanks for reading this today, and maybe share your object-story-of-talk in the comments below? Thank you!

It's our little secret...