The Bookwyrm

It seems to just turn it off after an unspecified number of uses. I don't know how that value is determined.

...Very fascinating. I wonder what happens if you space them? :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: :sylheart: EDIT: Okay, that was 72. What's it for you guys?

Cause Wizard got 80 there. Unless I counted wrong.

Okay, now I'm confused at what point it stops making them the emojis.

I count a total of 59 allowed sylhearts. Let me try something else...

Ooh, time for science. :sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart::sylheart: EDIT: Fascinating. Give me a moment...

...How do you know my address?

But is it between 2 and 4 a.m. today (Sunday)?

...What?

True. Until you find as you're structuring your sentence that it's secretly integral to it's cohesion. ...So I say and yet I somehow pull it off flawlessly.

...I'm not sure if I agree with this or not. I thin it could get a little confusing. And simply substituting it with c doesn't really worc that well.

Oh, I missed that.

It's not the kind of thing that needs hugs, exactly. It's just the next step in this journey called life. I've received many witnesses that everything's going to turn out fine for me, if I follow the direction I'm given. Yeah, it might be uncomfortable from time to time, but it's like in Romans 8:18: "For I reckon the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us."

Dating someone now. The whole explanation is in that big post I made above.

Mm. That's kind of why I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for the possibility down the line.

That is a very wise perspective. I am in a relationship right now (you know who it's with if you've been paying attention, you peoples who hang out in the wider community section) but both of us have decided to put it on pause while I'm gone. And possibly more than that. I feel like it's not fair for her if I expect her to put her romantic life on hold for two years while I'm gone. Because what if she meets someone who would make a better husband for her while I'm gone, or what if I'd meet someone who'd make a better wife for me months or years after I get back? Basically we're just putting our trust in God and saying "whatever needs to happen will happen." I don't want either of our focuses to be on each other when we have more important stuff to be doing. Me in my service, her in planning out the next steps in her life (she's a little less than a year younger than me.) So yeah. The funny thing is, my parents had a relationship in high school, and did the same thing, and they still ended up together...so who knows. Regardless, the main takeaway from their story was that stopping their relationship before my dad left let both of them focus on what they needed to do, and lead them to the life they needed. Whether or not a present relationship works out two years from now shouldn't matter, in my mind, as long as you've grown enough to be a worthy companion down the line. And the spirit guides in that choice. Yeah, it might still hurt in the moment if it doesn't work out. But that doesn't mean I don't have a bright and happy future in store. Think of it this way; he must be so grateful that his old girlfriend got married to someone else, because if she hadn't he wouldn't have met his current companion, the person he's going to get to be with forever. Yeah, it hurt in the moment, but compared to the joy he has and is going to have for eternity, that pain is basically nothing.

.esoht daer ot gnol os em gnikat s'ti taht yrgna m'I

This is acceptable Here is the question:

I have a question but you have to promise to only answer "yes" or "no" No non-answers, no maybes, nothing in between.

Sorry. I'm bad at jokes And sometimes I know they're jokes but I still respond seriously because I have strong opinions when it isn't a joke. So...yeah. I deserve just as much hole-hiding as you if not more.

Bookwyrm floated. He didn't know where or when he was anymore. That was the thing about this place; it never acted how you thought it would. These worlds, these countless, many worlds...they were a dream. An echo. A memory that shifted with time and distance and thoughts and hopes and visions and the many souls that ventured through them... He didn't remember when he was. Or where he was. The tides of the dream had swallowed him again. As they had many times before. He felt as if it was going to be a long, long while before he existed again. Then again, who could say... As Bookwyrm had drifted to the edges of existence, so too had the aspects of the world he'd seen. The structure of existence itself had shifted in his absence, as new souls had carved the face of fate and found a path to their own story. What had once been had passed away, not just into memory, but into nonexistence. No one remembered Kaos anymore, it seemed. Threads that had once been so prominent had all but faded. Thaidakar...Nameless...Emma...Wizard...Calano...Insa... They all still existed somewhere, right? Their mark was still left on this world? Even if it had been swallowed up? Right? When he was gone, would they leave, too? I just wish I knew why. Bookwyrm found himself standing in the lobby of the Clinic. Or...a lobby, at least. No one was around him. The lights were on, the familiar dark wood of the building seeming to welcome him home. Or had it ever been wood? Maybe only to him. Still, in the center of the room, there it stood. The golden statue. Two men, both dead and yet alive. Wizard and Calano. ...Those were a crazy first few memories, there, my friends. He wished he could remember them as well as he used to be able to. This place really was like a dream...the past that had happened didn't line up with the present that was, and the future ahead wasn't the future that you'd thought would happen. So much we thought would happen. I wish I hadn't left. Why did he feel bitter? This was the way of things, now. His time had come and gone. His story had been told. ...That's what this place is for, isn't it? It's for stories. He remembered an old conviction, one that was now meaningless, but it still rang true somehow; "it was never about the cure." Stories. People. They came and gone, but somehow, in their own way, they each built off each other. Would any of them be here if you hadn't been? And can't that be enough? Bookwyrm smiled as he gazed up at Calano's statue. "I can't decide if you'd make fun of me for getting sentimental, old friend, or simply stand beside me." It was weird talking to him like that. Calano wasn't dead. He was living happily with his family. And yet...the waves of time and reality had drawn them apart. Let it be enough. "Regardless...thank you, friend. I don't know if or when I'll be back. But this story was a good one, though ours seems to have ended long ago. "Thank you for making a place where it could be told." Bookwyrm closed his eyes then, a smile still on his face. "Until we meet again." The waves of time and fate took him, and he vanished. @Medium

Yes This And also missionaries are supposed to AVOID any kind of romantic anything at all. Whether that's towards someone interested in the church, or another missionary, or anyone. It's VERY against the rules. So...just....don't.