My name is Pearl
And I’ll love you
The best way I know how
“Siren Song” - Bat for Lashes
I love this entire song. But those particular lyrics resonate with me…quite…particularly.
I feel a lot, y’all, but let’s get real; I’m not one who is prone to demonstrative displays of emotion. I’m not particularly affectionate. I don’t often talk about how I feel unless prompted (I’m an open person, just not a forward person). And I can be downright difficult to read if you haven’t known me for a while…or just aren’t that good at reading people.
I’m okay with this. I like myself. And lots of people like me despite the fact that it doesn’t always outwardly seem that I reciprocate.
But damn. I’m sometimes surprised that people do feel close to me. I’m a robot. Quite often. I try, but I think that some of the ways a lot of other people express feelings of closeness just don’t work for me. I have my ways…but they don’t always come across.
I say all of this because I’ve been reflecting on my last few weeks in Chicago and my first few days in New York. I have to say, I’m absolutely in awe of how wonderful my Chicagoans made my send off. And I’m equally in awe of the wonderful reception I’ve had here in New York.
I don’t tell my friends that I love them nearly enough. But I really do.
The best way I know how.