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Loving Dirk Strider, was much easier than you had first anticipated. You had considered it an odd notion, at first, to even consider heading forward with any sort of romantic intention. He was your best bro, your fellow adventurer, a genius robotic engineer who existed 40 years into the future.
That had been a terribly difficult thing to wrap your noggin around. But you believed it, because you believed in him.
And given your lacking love-life and the small increments of romance that you had gleamed from your excellent movie choices, you figured it was not all that bigger jump from best-friends to date-mates. I mean, they did it all the time on TV.
So you gave it a chance, entertaining the idea, letting it grow in your mind until it made you feel warm and a trifle flustered. And when you say him for the very first time you knew you could love him. You could.
And you did.
You remember taking in the sight of the enigmatic youth that was Dirk Strider, slim and muscled, clutching a sword in his left hand. The usual deadpan fractured a bit, when he looked at you, and when you drew closer to shake his hand and you saw the fresh-lava of his eyes gleam beneath his shades. So you smiled. You smiled and fell a tiny bit in love.
Then a whole lot in the days and weeks after.
You kissed him first, much to your surprise, he was leaning over you to place a crown of little yellow flowers on your head and his face was just, right there.
You thought to yourself I could kiss him. And then you did.
The little surprised noise he made was awfully endearing, and he froze for seconds under your lips. But then he softened, making a little happy sigh against your mouth and yes, you knew you loved him then.
Loving Dirk Strider was much easier than you anticipated. And you are so glad that you do.
And the best bit, the most wonderful, wonderful part was.
He loves you too.