I was enchanted to meet you.

If I had to go back through all my writing, I probably don’t have a favorite word. But my themes are often of depression and rehab.

But in college, the word “enchanted” meant a lot to me. I was introduced to a song that featured that word, and I listened to it in the car on my headphones, dreaming of a man who would sweep me off my feet. Like in the song, enchanted remained my main emotion towards men who didn’t like me back.

But maybe now my favorite word is: sad.

Or just: depressed.

Something less wishful, whimsical.