Danced. Napped. Ate. Strolled. Watched movies. Studied (but far less than I should’ve). Talked. Loved. Played. Joked. Laughed.
Dear God, thank you for all my blessings.
Something I realized: I’ve been looking for unconditional love in the wrong places. CB is wonderful, but he’s a man. He’s imperfect. I’m imperfect. Perfect love doesn’t belong to us, but human love, imperfect as it is, is worth it.
Dear God, I pray I’ll never be so hurt or so jaded as to stop believing that.