If you have talked to me (or read me) at all in the last month, you may have "heard" mention of something/someone called Le Sigh. And you may be wondering what exactly Le Sigh means or stands for. Well...Le Sigh is called such because of my awesome friend, Lona. She looooves the fact that she is Cajun. Everything is LE descriptive with her. And it’s cute. J So, when this amazing person came into my life it seemed only right to describe the feeling as Le Sigh when telling her how I was feeling.
Soooo...where to start...When we last left our princess,s you were told that she had finally OFFICIALLY informed the (now ex) RH that they were obviously not going to make it to the other side of this separation as one cohesive couple. What you weren't told was that her heart was not broken. What you weren't told was that it was very amicable and that our princess let him believe that it was his idea.
The reason our princess did not lounge about with a broken heart was because she had come to the realization quite some time before that she and he would not work. She had finally recognized that he needed her to be way less of the things that she needed him to be way more of. Part of the reason she had been able to accept this so easily was because of an incredible woman she had "met" recently.
Our princess met this story's heroine (not the drug - but perhaps just as intense) through a mutual friend. At first, there was innocent flirting. There were innuendos and insinuations and invitations (I think the 'i's have it) aplenty. Then, one night (Oct 28 for those interested in keeping track), our princess saw that our heroine was having a bad day. So, our princess decided to make a move. She contacted the heroine DIRECTLY. And they chatted for hours until neither our princess nor our heroine could keep their eyes open. They talked about their day, their lives, their friends, their lovers. No topic was off limits. There was no awkward silence. There was just good conversation. The kind that our princess longed for. The kind she had been starving for. The kind of conversation that makes you want to hug the other party and say, "Thank you so much for being my dancing partner tonight. Lets do it again sometime soon."
The next day our princess could not shake her conversation w our lovely heroine. She could not believe they had chatted for sooo long. She could not believe how many viewpoints they shared. She could not comprehend the fact that the conversation had not stopped, not once, through the entire chat. The only thing that our princess was sure of was that she HAD TO speak to our heroine again. And our princess knew that it HAD TO BE that night....
Stay tuned for more. It is late. I want to remember these events. I want to hold on to them. But I know that I will feel so much....MORE...if I just write it all down. Its how I work. So, goodnight for now.