A realization
A lot of past relationships (of all kinds) make more sense if you postulate that, long before the term was ever coined, the other party saw me as a Magic Pixie Dream Girl.
I see myself today as very solidly grounded and practical. But that's a relatively recent development. I once walked a couple of miles to someone's house, across fields and over stiles, with a teacup in one hand.
(It was in England. There's something very freeing about being someplace where you will never, ever run into anybody who knew you in high school.)
I see myself today as very solidly grounded and practical. But that's a relatively recent development. I once walked a couple of miles to someone's house, across fields and over stiles, with a teacup in one hand.
(It was in England. There's something very freeing about being someplace where you will never, ever run into anybody who knew you in high school.)