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Wed May 24 00 / 3:15 AM

I am close to embarking towards the final event of my long weekend. Though it is technically two days since, the feeling has lasted this long, and what I am about to do is a product of that fateful Saturday-Sunday-Monday ...

I love summer. I admit it, I adore it. The season that once kept me shy and used has become my annual celebration of self. And every year, more inhibitions drop away, and more opportunities arise. A season of sunshine - it is the night I love still. It is all possible, all probable, on a close summer night.

... at home on Monday evening, the weekend reflected upon me; the meeting with an old friend settled foremost in the mind. I was positively exuberant, and decided to use the good mood as an excuse and as a method to email my ex-boyfriend (years ago) Rob. I broke up with him poorly, and we've rarely communicated since then, but we do have unfinished business. Of course, the latter is what mainly concerned me, but the chance to resurrect another ghost / another relationship, was also pressing. Rob responded in kind. He'd never done that before.

He invited me over to dinner. Yes, his girlfriend was out of town, but no, it wasn't anything like that. The evening was remarkable for its unremarkableness. We ate tortellini, we watched Star Trek: Voyager, we played with the cats, we talked. It was dull, but not trite. You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

My desire to make more friends and deepen current relationships this summer is taking shape, even as I do not plan it. I believe I make things happen in my life, and the unexpected contacts I made this long weekend seem signs that Life approves.

I feel connected. I think this is where my feeling of being alive must come from. The reclusive girl of yesterday has gotten a little sun, and she won't go back into the dark alone. She never thought connection would be like this; she forgot what she was missing.

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Lisa Higgs

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*resolution & reconnection*
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Wed May 24 00 / 3:15 AM I am close to embarking towards the final event of my long weekend. Though it is technically two days since, the feeling has lasted this long, and what I am about to do is a product of that fateful Saturday-Sunday-Monday ... I love summer. I admit it, I adore it. The season that once kept me shy and used has become my annual celebration of self. And every year, more inhibitions drop away, and more opportunities arise. A season of sunshine - it is the night I love still. It is all possible, all probable, on a close summer night. ... at home on Monday evening, the weekend reflected upon me; the meeting with an old friend settled foremost in the mind. I was positively exuberant, and decided to use the good mood as an excuse and as a method to email my ex-boyfriend (years ago) Rob. I broke up with him poorly, and we've rarely communicated since then, but we do have unfinished business. Of course, the latter is what mainly concerned me, but the chance to resurrect another ghost / another relationship, was also pressing. Rob responded in kind. He'd never done that before. He invited me over to dinner. Yes, his girlfriend was out of town, but no, it wasn't anything like that. The evening was remarkable for its unremarkableness. We ate tortellini, we watched Star Trek: Voyager, we played with the cats, we talked. It was dull, but not trite. You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. My desire to make more friends and deepen current relationships this summer is taking shape, even as I do not plan it. I believe I make things happen in my life, and the unexpected contacts I made this long weekend seem signs that Life approves. I feel connected. I think this is where my feeling of being alive must come from. The reclusive girl of yesterday has gotten a little sun, and she won't go back into the dark alone. She never thought connection would be like this; she forgot what she was missing.
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Lisa Higgs
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