sometimes deliciously so...

"sticks and stones may break my bones
but tears don't leave any scars"

-madeline peyroux




so i'm reading quirkyalone and got to the chapter called quirkytogether and i got a little hopeful...

i value my alone time. i love doing what i just did before i got up and decided to blog a bit - i sat in bed, reading, wrapped in my down comforter with the window open, listening to great music ( suba is playing now) and i completely understand the idea that

"if loneliness is about lack, solitude is the opposite, a feeling of being whole, sometimes deliciously so"

after my date last night, i felt an old me finally stepping up to claim her rightful place in my psych. the one that was called weird and odd for the past four years. the one who went into hiding at wash u to protect herself from any MORE damage. the one scribbled furtively away in the dim cellphone light of a darkened sleep-ridden shared dorm room so as not to wake the roommate.

this love is a deliciously so kinda reintroduction. the kind that won't accept any preludes.