Today, it's through chocolate.
I'm treating myself to a Dove Dark Chocolate square, stolen from my boss' closet.
(Ha. Treating myself. These things are my vitamins. One a day keeps me good.)
And, on the inside of the foil wrapper, there are these cutesy little sayings. A "promise", they call it. Normally, it's something uber nauseating like "Read a book under a tree" or "Find the beauty in your day".
Ack! Shut up and just gimme the friggin' chocolate!
But today, it was different. Today, it said: "Don't think about it so much."
Because I WAS thinking about it a lot. I was picking it apart and wondering, well, what does it mean if I feel THIS way? And, shouldn't I really feel THIS way if it were meant to be? And why don't I feel THIS way when he calls? Shouldn't I maybe feel THIS way if I don't see him for two days?
I'm so hellbent on making sure this is right. Making sure it is EXACTLY what I think it should be. But you know what? It's not. It is not a cookie cutter, pre-packaged, by-the-book relationship.
It's not a fairy tale.
But it has swept me off my feet and made my head spin. And I think I've been misinterpreting that as a bad thing.