So I have come back from Delhi , having tied my heart to The Lawyer, now I sit at my desk missing him a bit, for this time last week, I was with him, in the car being driven to the airport, giggling as I saw him attempt to change the gears as the gear changing hand held on to mine . . .
Honestly, I was surprised at my cheeriness when I hugged (and quickly kissed) him goodbye and walked away towards the gate, I expected to feel a twinge of sadness, the pain of being apart or some such, but it dawned on me later that the prospect of returning to him, permanently, overshadowed any temporary ache.
So I went to Delhi, to face the reality of what I'd built over the past month, and returned with an assurance. . .Now my solitude here in Bangalore is assured, not insecure - aware.