and

And somehow, amidst all those tears and all that tequila and all those questions and all of that bursting emotion... it's okay. And that is something I can only attribute to Jesus. For in between, there was total grace.

I don't hate Josh. That's a big deal.

I don't hate me. That's an even bigger deal.

Disappointed? Yes. Hopeless and broken forever? Not a chance :)

Told him this felt like a slap in the face rather than someone putting out a cigarette on my heart. It'll fade and won't leave a scar.

But... I'll miss him. And I guess that's okay.

So tomorrow's Friday. I think it's time for some serious shopping and it's time to plan a trip.

Let's go :)