Tell your grandmother that she's a mean bint who made me cry. Although a lot of things make me cry these days (see my journal for details), so that's not so amazing I guess.
Ride it out, yeah? Write each other letters, think really hard to each other (you will know, somehow), learn how expressive little sneaked glances can be. You'll be fine. And if she doesn't come round and you end up cementing a distance between yourself and her as a result, she only has herself to blame.
I wish I could give you enormous hugs right now. But your gran probably wouldn't like it.
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:41 am (UTC)Ride it out, yeah? Write each other letters, think really hard to each other (you will know, somehow), learn how expressive little sneaked glances can be. You'll be fine. And if she doesn't come round and you end up cementing a distance between yourself and her as a result, she only has herself to blame.
I wish I could give you enormous hugs right now. But your gran probably wouldn't like it.