"There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not."
-La Rochefoucauld
I met another girl. This time, in a most peculiar way -- she's Maris's plastic surgeon. There was a slight conflict with billing information, and when I went to go straighten it out... She isn't gorgeous, such as a certain other person, whom I will neglect to mention for my own sanity. But Mel -- Dr. Melinda Karnofsky -- is immaculate. Prim, clean and neat, not a spot on her graceful figure. She's intellegent, poised, delicate...
And I think she might need me, at least a little bit.
I'm not pretending that we're made for each other. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure if we're going to enjoy each other at all. But we have so much in common... There couldn't be much that would go wrong, could there? Nothing more than what happened with Her...
Quite a bit went wrong with Her. There were hidden meanings, longing glances, and nearly everything else that could be found in a typical case of unrequited love. Every sentence was a misunderstanding on her part... No. Every sentence was something of a Freudian slip on mine. I'm the one who had to look her directly in the eyes on our first meeting. I'm the one who fell deep into the hypnotizm of Daphne within five minutes...
But we're not talking about that. Not again.
...Back to Mel. We've actually got a date. I was amazed that I had courage enough to utter the invitation to dinner, even more so when she accepted. My heart did not flutter, of course, but this is progress. I no longer feel sick when I see perspective girlfriends. Only when I think of them as perspective girlfriends...
But again, I'm moving along the path to recovery. Eventually, my heart will heal, and I'll be able to live a somewhat happy life... at the very least. I've decided to devote myself to that small portion of inner peace. After all, I do deserve a bit of closure.
I'm just having trouble wanting it.