My Twin Flame Romance — Part One
The Pull and a Troubled Youth
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First, let me clarify a few things:
- This isn’t quite an erotic story (though I reserve the right to get dirty if the mood strikes me along the way).
- The first third or so of the story happened while I was under 18 — and while I was sexually active during those years, any works inspired by those memories are always set as 18+, for obvious reasons.
- Twin flames are different things to different people, so whatever your definition is may not mesh with mine and vice versa.
We good? Alright, let’s get on with the good stuff.
The Con
My mom had been taking me to this local, weekend-long sci-fi convention since I was about 6 years old. She had a child just after high school, so in a way the convention was a link back to her friends over the years to party and catch up.
And at 14, I hated it.
No, I take that back. I truly loved the convention, but I hated how different I was. At school, everything unique about me was turned into fodder to cut me down and shut me out. And Con, as much as it embodied everything I loved about the world, was my link to all that weirdness.
Unfortunately, my mom wasn’t ok with that. She insisted that because we already had the tickets, I was required to go.
Even though it meant I’d skip the school dance that I had paid tickets for.
My mother and I have had a very… unique relationship.
The end result was that I’d go to Con until a few hours before the dance, and if I didn’t want to go back I’d stay with my grandparents for the rest of the weekend.
Let’s Party!
That Con ended up reaffirming my love for it. Within moments of getting there, I met this much older boy that was nearly 18 and we spent the entire weekend together.
Minus the dance, which sucked by comparison.
A few weeks later, I was in a relationship with this older boy. He fast-tracked my relationship “firsts” in ways I’m pretty sure are a smidge illegal considering he turned 18 pretty quick in there. He even sort of proposed…
