A new kind of
Shes single. Shes smart. She has a great sense of humor. She has the prettiest eyes I have seen in a long time. And that smile, oh, what an infectious smile ! Being with her is great fun, we talk about all sorts of things and are totally comfortable with each other. We rag on each other so much, it gets on other people's nerves. She describes me as an overgrown teddy bear to her friends. And I can't stop telling people what wonderful fun she is.
Oh, and did I mention that I am totally, absolutely, completely un-attracted to her ? And neither is she (I hear the whole lot of you going, of course she isn't. Zip it, people) I call her 'akka' and she calls me 'thambi kutty' (Akka in Tamil means elder sister and thambi means younger brother).
It feels great to be able to make friends again. Feels great to meet someone and not go all on the defensive, building up all sorts of walls... not because you think they are upto something, but because you don't trust yourself. Because you don't trust yourself not to push too hard. Not to push for the wrong things. Not to love for all the wrong reasons.
Yes, readers, I do beleive the traumatic past months have left me pretty f8cked in the head, but... I'm getting there. Yup, I'm getting there.