I feel pretty...

Today I saw Darkside wearing my standard work blacks, with my hair down and brushed out neatly, the rings and necklaces I wear day-to-day, absolutely no makeup ... and I felt if not downright ravishing, at least attractive.

I was standing tall and smiling, I wasn't about to lose my cookies nervous, I wasn't jittering like a caffiene fiend, I didn't have a speck of makeup on (lip gloss for lips-not-cracking purposes doesn't count) ... and I knew I was pretty.

I think he might have seen it too.

It feels like starting over. It's a good thing. I think we're both adults now.