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I've had this computer for awhile and I'm finally using it. It feels weird writing my feelings down in an online blog but it seems to be the latest rage among the humans as well as twitter. At least it puts my cell phone to better use.

I don't know what I am allowed to mention, or should mention for that fact. Last night.. was amazing and awful at the same time. I never saw this coming. Not only is my dream girl real but I touched her. I kissed her. For a brief moment she was mine and I relished the feel of it. Even now I can feel her touch upon my chest and taste her on my lips. Am I going mad? I can't explain it. I can't explain my attachment to her. My need, desire, want to just wrap her up in my arms and I don't know the first thing about her that I wasn't able to gather during my days of following her around as an unsuspecting kitty.

I fear those days are gone. I transformed in front of her last night in a panicked attempt to get away. I was repulsed at my actions. She is an innocent, at least as much as I've been able to gather. She is a young girl in high school but the age difference doesn't feel entirely wrong. No, that's not true. It doesn't feel wrong at all. That's why it plagues me so. I am not one that usually preys on the young girls, I prefer my women like I do my wine. Well, not quite that old. Ume is not just a young girl though. She's the one. I am not usually one for romance unless I'm trying to get into someone's panties but this is different. I want to sweep her off her feet. I want to embrace her against my chest. I want to dig my face into her hair until I drown from the intoxicating scent of her. I want to protect her. I want to love her.

Love.

What a funny word. One I once believed I was incapable of. Am I still? It's hard to say. I'm enraptured, that much is certain. I've been seeing fliers for the 'prom' that's planned. It's a silly human ritual for students but I find myself wanting to attend. She would be there. They all go, don't they? Would I be able to steal her for one dance without making too much of a scene? A challenge, certainly. I need to see her again, hold her in my arms once more.

What would Charonite think of me? Or the others. Am I going soft? I fear there's no room for softness. The queen is back. I am sure my free time will be all but gone soon. Perhaps it's what I need. Kept busy so I don't think of her. We'll see how well that works out.

Now where do I save this thing. I already want to throw this godamn thing out the window.