It's one of those strange summer rains, cool and yet humid. The type of rain where you just cannot get a happy medium on the vent system while driving in the car and the windows have fog condensation that you are not able to get rid of.
But... I don't care. The stereo is on loud and playing the CD I burned for myself. I'm leaving town and heading over the rain soaked pass to my sisters. Shocking how getting on the freeway can free your mind and lift your mood.
My mood was good to begin with, but it has been a long week emotionally. I'm at the end of my 30 day grieving period and going to start dating again. Even got a date yesterday with the neighbors hot son for some future moment lined up.
Last night I was weak. Even said it aloud.. for the right reasons I would take him back.
What was I thinking? I have come so far.
I just finished reading a book by Nora Roberts, called Whiskey Beach. In it the character Abra tells Eli "I love you." He at that point doesn't feel the same. She is okay with it though. And says, "Take the gift and you don't have to balance the scales. If I gave it to soon or wrapped it in the wrong way it can't be helped. It's still a gift."
I blame the weakness on that line. It sucked me in. While good words, it made me think I could settle.
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