There’s so much to still say and to talk about.  But really, there isn’t.  Everything that needs to have been said has been.  So why does it feel unfinished?

It’s okay though.  I feel okay.  It comes down to four words from my grandmother… “Let go.  Let God”

It’s good advice… advice that I should be applying to all aspects of my chaotic life right now.  I think that they are words that I’ve tried to tell myself over the last two months.  But I’m… stubborn.  😉

Tonight, it’s starting to really sink in.

“Some love stories aren’t epic novels…  some are short stories… but that doesn’t make them any less filled with love.”