Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Erasure.

August 16, 2017

 

Sometimes I wonder if there's too much Mr. Darcy in me, too much of the 'my good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.' Sometimes I wonder if that's really a weakness of personality, or if it's a survival skill. I give my good opinion, my good faith readily enough; it's my default setting--easiest and, most often, the right choice. 

 

But it takes a long time to get to know someone, to establish timelines and shorthand, language and ease of silence. I'm not sure how much energy I'd like to spend rebuilding those structures. Sometimes a girl is simply too tired, too happy with the status quo. 

 

But a girl can also always be mistaken. It wouldn't be the first time. 

 

 

 

 

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