the emotional backlash just barely hit me, 5 minutes ago or so. the conversation last night had the sort of finality that i've never felt. it's such an interesting grouping of emotions. you feel good, you feel accomplished, you feel relieved, you feel grown-up, you feel selfless, you feel selfish, you feel heartbroken.

"i'll remember sweetness" i said. "i've already begun coating everything in a shiny, sugary substance".

That one night in San Diego? I remember pieces of it, but i mostly remember this:

goodness and beauty.