So, no big deal. Talked to Kj on the phone for 2 and a half hours. I actually didnt believe him when he said it. It didn't feel like it. The first hour was bad, and I just kept crying. But by the end of it I was coming out with crazy revelations about what happened to me last night and I probably experienced every emotion possible in one conversation. And then we just talked about random/normal stuff. It was good. I feel at peace again. Thank you, Jesus. I love youuuuu. That was fricking crazy. HOLY. SO GOOD. I love that I can go from feeling that I have no faith or hope, and then two seconds later I am hit with this crazy burst of joy and love. But seriously? The next time you want me to get a slap in the face, can we please not make it seem like I am about to become the next victim of the fourth kind with the mummy mouths? That would be fantastic.
Oh, and Kj, I love you, too.
I like us. And thank you.
PS. Im enjoying the fact this is my third blog of the day.
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