I'm just too happy for words.

You know how sometimes you might feel so happy and good that you just can't seem to find words to describe why? That's me right now. Nothing can break me down. Not Diantha, not Andy, nothing. For a long while I think I was in a slump. I think I was emotionally crippled, and physical therapy just barely got me moving again. The wheels are turning. The cogs are finally back in cognito. I'll write more someday soon. But for now, I'm just sort of basking in the glow of feeling good again.

And it's a good glow. It's the glow that comes from finding a grandpa's shirt that doesn't quite fit, but makes you feel like a million dollars. And the glow that comes from having confidence in an idea, one that you might actually be able to turn into something big. And the glow that comes from your band partner being home from Honduras. The glow that comes from venting out months of built-up feelings.

Most importantly, the glow that comes from meeting someone who you feel like you could talk to for hours. Somebody who has a great smile and says you've made their week. And maybe you really want to go to a Greek restaurant with them, because you feel like they can handle the sight of white sauce dripping down your chin and not be completely disgusted. Or maybe they would scoop it up with their finger and eat it themselves. Or maybe they'd sneak a little kiss on your cheek just to be a rebel.

Oh, man. Indescribable. So I'm going to tell you the details later, when I can splice them together into a sentence that doesn't run from here to Istanbul. His name is Jonney. And he's like, super fucking awesome.