Oh man. This was beautiful. It had that bitter sweetness to it. I loved how Arnold and Helga were both finally honest about their feelings toward each other. Especially Helga. But then she left the next morning. That was sad, but it made the story more powerful and beautiful.

Beautiful

really nice and i am so sorry but it would be nice if you could make a sequel about them seeing each other again i am a fan of hey Arnold but i would never be able to write something like this i really like it.

Oh my God this was beautiful. I miss a lot of you earlier 2000 writers. Its amazing how your one shot became . I wish I could actually pm and talk about writing, music and the show. But I suppose you've finished with this site, as will I some day.

I miss good ole fashioned writing. The veterans of this site are always so pleasurable.

This one shot was beautiful. The mood an imagery your strongest points. I never have felt so attracted to a story on here where I feel like my being has lapsed with a character:) you are amazing. Thank you for my tears and the realism. Bittersweet is always so beautiful and most respected.

so basically they end up later on? *hopeful* yes.

This was good. Really good. Love it!

Literally one of the best fanfics I've ever read. Poignant, heartbreaking, yet hopeful. Beautiful.

Beautiful. This story was absolutely beautiful. I wasn't full-on bawling, but my eyes were definitely misting up. Bravo on a well written, well thought out coming of age story.

Your story really speaks to the truth of the two characters: though the fandom may hate the phrase, their love really is based off of "the heat of the moment." Contrary to popular belief, this doesn't undermine their love at all. As Arnold so poetically states at the end, it is the nature of their friendship and romance that they can't keep a steady connection. It is just a by-product of their individuality and adventurous natures.

Interesting choice placing it in New York, though I think any sort of generic big city with a pier could have worked. Since you chose such an iconic backdrop, and the narrator is essentially an inhabitant of that city, there could have been more colloquial language. I think you could've made Helga a little more fiesty; even though she may have a mentality of "what the hell, I'm leaving tomorrow, why not," I feel her spitfire attitude really only came out in a few quips in the beginning, and wasn't as utilized or highlighted as it could have been.

But these are just some minor crits. Overall, congratulations on the wonderful story.

Oh, dear. I absolutely loved this. You brought back this childhood pairing of mine with deep sense of characterization and maturity, yet the characters were still very much themselves. As much as I was rooting for them to somehow be together in the end through a cliche (ex: she stays, he goes with her), I like that you DIDN'T and still gave the sense that, yes, they love each other- but they're both still finding themselves, and they still need time to figure their lives out. The whole thing was very, very sweet. Fantastic job.

I've been on this website for about six years now, and this is the only story I have ever read that never fails to make me feel as though I've been punched in the gut.

It prompted me to download Tom Petty's song. That song is there, in my favorites list in my phone, but I dare not listen to it. Because every time I do, I think of this story, I'm reminded of the parallels to real life and how perfection is only perfect in tiny cracks. And I feel that horrible ache searing through me again, and the next thing I know, I'm doubled over and tears are falling.

I didn't remember the name of this story, but I keep coming across it. I've been reading it for years now. And I finally mustered up the courage to pull myself together and try to appreciate this enough.

Part of me is jealous of you for managing to evoke so much in a lifeless automaton like me. Another part loathes you, fears you; for the same reason. But despite all this, I want you to keep on writing. It doesn't matter whether or not it's HA! fanfiction-it can be anything, as long as it's a STORY.

And you wrote this in 2001! Lord knows how wonderful you must be now. The thought that crosses my mind now is, "if you're a man, can I marry you?"

The part where I physically felt my stomach drop was "Like we missed each other by a few inches?"

And when she left, I was writhing with pain, smiling with joy, my head spinning with emotion too much for me to physically contain. YOU had that effect on me.

Everything was so... perfect. So like what I had imagined them to be when they grew up.

Please, please, for the love of the little beauty left in the world, DO NOT STOP WRITING.

Thank you, again. Love and warm wishes.

Gosh, I could quote this endlessly with all the little gems of dialogue that made me smile inside at the sheer sweetness or finesse of it all. You have a way with words that is rare in writing I believe, and that makes fanfics worth reading still! I loved that you didn't put them together, or made them promise some undying love to each other; as much as I wanted them to confess and blah blah mushy things, the way this traveled seemed like so much more. *sighs* I really wish I would have found your writing so much sooner, it's weird how my random return into the Hey Arnold fandom led me to these fics though...weird and terrific! I'm sure over ten years later you're writing is that much greater! Keep writing; you have eloquence in your words and I love that Thanks for writing such amazing stories!

That was just absolutely perfect.

Aw, I really enjoyed this story. Helga and Arnold were meant to be. : )

Hey Arnold was my favourite show when i was a kid. I can totally see arnold and a more mature helga ending up together as adults.

Your story was very sweet.

It's funny because I haven't read any of this type of stuff in a few years. I mean, I've outgrown it I feel like. Well I haven't really outgrown it, I mean it'll always be like a reminder. You know that type of reminder you hate.

It just appreciated it because I'm in the exact same spot. It's August now, I've graduated high school, for almost two months now. And I don't know what I'm doing, I've almost stopped caring where I feel stagnant in my life. It's different in Helga's case and even Arnold's but it all still hit well. I'm glad.

This was written nearly ten years ago and here I am.

Yeah, you got me.