She has nothing to write tonight. no cold to complain of.

because she's cried for hours but everything is ok now. she's happy. she's happy. maybe not a hundred percent. but the first step is there and i think i'm ready to keep on walking.

And apart of me knows it's all owed to one. a boy. not the in the pants kind. because she loves him. and not in the pants kind. And she's grateful. always grateful.

here's a parting thought:

"the car windows down, the smell of rain, the feeling of freedom. And she realizes she may not have another moment like this for the rest of her life. And she's glad to have him there beside her, loving it just as much. Loving everything and nothing just as much. they scream and dance and she knows he's wonderful."