Something borrowed, something blue

More than a year since.

Well.

Something new. One random event led to another, which led to another, which led to a friend of a friend telling me a story that had more impact on my heart than all of my friends combined. And i finally let go.

Three days later, a new door opened, and this time I walked through.

It's hard getting used to someone who doesn't criticise everything I do, who doesn't say my taste in music is crap, who doesn't tell me I need bigger this and smaller that, or tell me off for things out of my control.

My god, someone who likes who I am. Lady, he calls me.

Not used to this. Struggling, a little. Enjoying, a lot. Trying, hard, not to sabotage.

Something nice, for once.