It's interesting how a feeling of elation can turn into a rock that sits in your stomach and wants to make you cry in less than a day.

Two nights ago I fell asleep in Patrick's arms, and even though nothing sexual happened between us, except for kissing so much that my lips are still a little bit swollen, it was by far one of the best nights of my life. For a few hours I actually felt safe and comfortable, not as if the universe would pull the rug from under my feet and leave me with nothing. Yet... Here I am, rug pulled from right under my feet,...