What after all made me happier than anything else this weekend was seeing the most fragile person I know gather the strength I always knew she had in her. Signe, after being yelled at by her stalker boyfriend, got up on a couch, stood there with her sweet little chin up and calmly said "Now, Benjamin, I'm looking down on you". It was beautiful.
(In the process she broke a gracefully slender Lalique crystal vase my mom bought in Paris, but not to worry, I googled it. It only costs some $1500)
Meanwhile, my own date tip-toes around me, us and my little moment with Miri (he hasn't yet mentioned it). He's so cautious, deadly afraid of me somehow falling from the sky high ivory pedestal he's put me on.
It frustrates me and makes me dream of falling, because unlike crystal vases, I don't break. I just feel more alive.