almost happy.

But almost happy is better than a hopeless state of melancholy, which I've managed to narrowly escape.

I haven't felt this way about anyone in more than a year. More than two years, actually, because there was nothing fresh about my dying relationship in 2006.


The pins are still in my toes for another week, but the staples have been removed.

And then I'll be able to dance again.
(Well, eventually.)