This is a lot harder for me than I thought it would ever be. With the last few months, so much has happened that my time dedicated to role playing has diminished to nearly nothing, and now that this chapter is ending, it's hard to actually grasp.
I've always been really emotional when it comes to Bella Nova, because this place has helped me to the point where I will never be able to be the same. I think that I might be the oldest one here, in the sense of who has been here the longest, which makes this that much more painful.
I'm not all too good with change, especially when it comes to things that I've grown so attached to. Three years ago, I joined Bella Nova, and three years later, I sit here saying goodbye. I feel like it's only right to post this on Gregory because he's one of the first characters I have ever role played in my time, and I've become so involved with him and all that he is.
I don't really know what to say. I'm heartbroken, because being able to let out all that I have through the beautiful characters I've had over the last three years -- you can't account for that. You can't account -- you can't give justice -- to the unending gratitude you have towards not only the people you've encountered, but towards the people you've created; the people who live in your heart and allow you to grow.
This is really just a post to thank anyone who has ever put up with me, role playing wise. Thank you for letting my characters evolve, and thank you for taking a part of this journey with me, no matter how big or how small.
More so, this is a post thanking the eight most important things to have ever become imbued into my heart, my soul. Thank you to Ryan Hale, for sparking such a strong notion in the aspect of writing; it all started with her. Without her, I would have never indulged myself in the beautiful craft of writing, and without her, I would have never seen the need for character development, not just in literature; but as a human being, accepting that problems arise with purpose. Thank you to Amy Williams, for allowing me to feel like gaining strength can only lead to better places. She taught me that despite your differences and your past, there is always something to live for, whether it's a passion, or a person, or the great content solitude everyone should strive to obtain. Thank you to Gregory Fox, for teaching me that kindness is the most beautiful, important thing you could ever be. Thank you for teaching me that there is true joy in painting a smile on the faces of others; thank you for making my heart grow along with yours, and thank you for making me want to be a better person with every passing moment. Thank you to Matty Thompson, who helped me realize that it's okay to be comfortable with what you have, whether it be a lot -- or very little. Thank you to Holden Forester, who gave me one of the most challenging moments in a writer's path; thank you for challenging me to read more poetry, and thank you for inspiring me to become a little more intelligent every day. Thank you to Anna Oakley, for being the only character of mine to be the most relatable; thank you for being relatable, and dramatic, and human. Thank you to Kennedy Connors, for making me embrace the clumsy, and for showing me that "our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful parts of us." And finally, thank you to Jesse King, who although would never admit to it, was smart enough to teach me that it's okay to be confident. It's okay to be silly, and it's okay to do spontaneous things, it's okay to be afraid, it's okay to feel. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
There is a little piece of all of them within the most sacred, special crevices in my heart. There always will be, and I will carry them wherever I go.
