The oasis has arrived in my hot crush desert.
I am not drinking the water yet, but it is there in front of me. And I am walking towards it.
I am not all in butterflies and knots. I am not thinking about him all day. Thank you Jebus.
Now I am able to hold in my brain all of the other worries and problems that were conveniently shut out by the sheer force of the crush. Like, um, I need to look for a job. There are few things I hate more than looking for a job.