Is it “Lock Yourself in a Public Restroom and Cry” week?

I also did this yesterday. Hid away in a panic of stupidity and cried.

I hope you ended up leaving that stall, marching out there to L., staring into her (insert color here) eyes, making her feel as special as she deserves. And I hope she returns your loving looks, giggles at your jokes and surrounds you in the warmth of her precense.

And maybe it won’t be forever, but you don’t have to worry about that. You just have to stay present, and be the best you in every passing moment.

And we all know you are!

I’m wishing you a good evening, Heath.