Street outside SHOE STORE
EVENING
SUZY and PEMA EXIT shoe store and WALK down the street.
They WAIT at the light.
PEMA: They were beautiful.
SUZY: They were very sexy.
PEMA: They were perfect! I miss them. I feel like fell in love with them.
SUZY: You fell in love with yourself in them.
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I was thinking about Allen today. Each day of the two months and some that we dated, I coached/coaxed myself into being open, loving, focused on love rather than fear...of whatever neurosis du jour that clams me up. As a result, I was happy. I had a GREAT time with the guy. I really really liked him.
But after we stopped dating, it became clear all the ways he wasn't a good fit for me.
"So why did I like him so much?" myself asked myself.
I was pondering this a moment when my inner sensei said, "Ah, Grasshoppa, you fell in love with yourself when you were with him."
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That would be "fell in 'rove' with yourself", and that's as it should be. Isn't it? Being with him should make you love yourself, seems to me. You were happy.
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