Hello ! I felt the need to answer you because even you took the time to answer my very poor review, I read it again and I was so ill I realized it has so many mistakes ... BUT doesn't change in the slightest that your story made me feel better, since I was home alone an depressed (and sick as fuck).
I'm really sorry to read that you had to go through a brain surgery, it must have been hard and I'm happy to see that it went well and that you're in recovery. You should take your time, enjoy the recovery to find yourself again and to come back new and shiny !
I actually found your story a while back, it was on my tracked stories, thanks again for making me feel better, I hope you'll be well and on your feet very soon !
Be well

Author's Response: Once upon a time, Jules (that's me) responded to each and every review. Then, she got sick, then sicker, then sickest of all. And then she fell off the earth. She orbited the sun, the moon, floating in a dismal atmosphere...until one day, someone sent her a review...this review made her think. You see, while she floated in the unknown; often she wondered if she ever made a difference at all. She didn't think so, and Jules' friends didn't either, but there was always a lingering doubt...until that review. The review was left by a reader, worlds away from the Jules, on a story that was always Jules' favorite, and very dear to her. You see, the reader (that's you) left a review to make the author think, and call it karma, call it a dumb stroke of luck, or even a nudge from the universe...rnrnIt made me think. You say your review was poor, and riddled with mistakes, but what you didn't know, is that I was in the process of internally wondering if I should continue on. (Besides, I've tried finding the said "mistakes" and if there were any, they didn't matter, you got your point across.) I am so so sorry that you're sick as fuck and depressed, and if anyone ever understands that feeling, it's me. You could always rattle off an email to me, if you want: blacksparklynailpolish84@gmail.com (Only if you want, no pressure, but I find sometimes it's easier to speak to a stranger than it is to speak to someone close.) As for recovery, it's been easier than you would think; it's been six months, but processing emotions has been my biggest hangup, which is why I didn't want to write, even if my thoughts said to do it. I would think "Okay, gonna write today!" and then I would get home from work and think it would be a bad idea due to me getting upset over something that day. I remember lots of things, but I honestly don't remember writing half of what's on here, and even more on other sites. Physically, I am okay. I had to learn how to write again after the surgery. That was frustrating. It's like I knew how to hold the pencil/pen, but couldn't control it. Then, I knew how it was supposed to look, but the letters didn't look right. But, I managed, and most can't even tell my writing has changed. I have a few stories on here that need to be finished, and I think the greatest fear is that I will sound different, or it wont make sense. My intentions are to finish; I don't like things not finished. rnI am so glad you found my story, I am so glad that you took the time to tell me about it. Have I rambled this entire time? Probably. But I don't care. Thank you for the reviews, thank you for reading my favorite story. Thank you for leaving me some love and words of encouragement. <3 <3 Much love and glitter.rnrnJules

And story's make a sick reader's day. Thank you for writing this as it makes strep a lot better

Much sadness. Very completed. Love this story and I know there's no loose ends but I wish there were so you'd be forced to write more xD I love you, Jules!

Author's Response: Can I thank you, from the bottom of my heart for leaving so many reviews on such a completed story that you may have possibly renewed my faith in humanity? Because you did. You don't know what a shitty day I have had, and all because of your reviews it completely turned my day around. So, thank you. Such a simple phrase that cannot express how MUCH this meant to me, yet, I am at a loss of what to say. This story, as much as I say others are my babies- no, this story is MY SOUL. There are so many bits of it that are, in fact, real life truths- I cannot even begin to tell you. I have often wondered what I could've done different, or what I could've changed or added more to- I am not sure if there is anything I could write on further. I do plan on someday turning this into an original fic in hopes of someday meeting the world outside of TH. Then, I've often wondered if I would want that, since this is my SOUL, and the world might see me for me, and actually get inside my head. I laugh when I think back on this fic- I had it all planned out. The ending was NOT a happy one, the story was originally intended to be much darker. This was the only story that I had ever mapped out completely, on paper, and honestly, it deviates so far from where I had it originally going....it's funny. Most times, I find it easier to let the story tell itself. And I like where this one went. And I am glad that you did, too. If I ever revamp this one out, I'll be sure to send it your way. Thank you for being a friend and a fan. I love you, too, mein Madi! *sprinkles glitter everywhere*

No running off, missy! Not allowed!

I'm worried about Ken. He gives me the creeps.

Smack smack smack smack! Lol

Poor Gusti being a dummy. I just want to stab Jim in the eye. Don't you?

You deserve 500 reviews so here you go, darling. Merry Late Christmas! I love you and your stories. Never stop writing. Never stop being perfect! Thank you for delivering on the sex! *cheers*

Ugh I can't handle the cuteness. I just can't.

Must read on. Need more smut.