nice to hear

 Yesterday Tom told me how proud he is to be with me. 

I mean, there was more to it.......but that was the point.  And he said the words.  He is proud to be with me.  

No one has ever said that to me.  My parents, my friends, my family, previous lovers........I cannot recall one person ever telling me they are proud of me.

Maybe someone did, but if so, i don't remember it.

It made me feel warm all over.  And kind of like crying.  But not in a boo hoo way.  

Yeah.  I had no idea I was so starved until I was fed.

This morning walking in to work I saw a co-worker i'm friendly with waiting at the elevator.  I said "Good Morning" bright and cheery and the man in front of me turned around with such a surprised expression.  His whole face lit up and he smiled and said good morning!  Then I saw the realization that i had been talking to my co-worker hit his face.  I said to him, "isn't it a gorgeous day?"  And his smile returned.  He said, "have you ever mistaken a wave meant for someone else to be yours?"  And I told him, "If i see it, it's meant for me too" and he got such a chuckle.  We told each other to have a nice day and went our ways.

The way that mans face had lit up at the idea of "good morning"..........I think maybe he is starved as well.  Maybe there isn't enough pleasantries in peoples day anymore.

From now on, when i walk down the halls at work i am going to greet everyone with eye to eye contact, a smile, and a "good morning" or a "good afternoon".  That will be the small change i make in my day to day behavior.

I will see people.  And let them see me, see them.