As soon as the guy got home we raced to church so that he could participate in Ash Wednesday's ceremony. Is it OK to call it a ceremony? I'm so church illiterate. Anyways, it was there in church that I had my second crying meltdown I mentioned earlier. Something about being in a beautiful place filled with warm, happy people and hearing a kind priest describing just the kind of day I had was a bit overwhelming. So I cried. The guy held my hand and then he took me to sushi (which always cheers me up) and that's where I experienced love. No, really...The roll is called "Love, Love" and it melted my heart just enough for the fella to not have to shake the effing shat out of me in front of the soy sauce.
We find love in the strangest of places...in the strangest of ways.