Like when your sanity is unsteadily teetering on the edge of a phone call that never comes.
Like when you're sitting by yourself, and you suddenly and ridiculously forget all of the wonderful gifts you have in your life.
Like when you drive back to your parents house, embarrassingly crying the whole way, and wallowing in your own self-pity.
Like when you see a raccoon eating another dead raccoon on the side of the road. No joke.
Only to realize you just needed someone to talk to. Someone to carry the bags for a little bit, while you catch you breath, stretch your muscles, and take a drink of water. It always feels lighter when you put it back on.
EB, I am the luckiest girl in the world to have you as the peanut butter in my PB+J sandwich. See you tomorrow.
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