revealed.

one hour of sleep.
completely my decision, although there was some persuasion involved.
in the end, i'm glad. 
glad for the talks, for the laughter, for the boundaries, for the time.

maybe i'm (once again) investing too much too soon, but this just feels like its supposed to really go somewhere.
and if i, broken and jaded as i am, can say that...i'm praying to and trusting in God that this feeling is real.

in the end, even if the "somewhere" is short lived, i'm realizing how broken and hurt i still am, and how many parts of me i haven't let God heal yet. 

and that, dear heart, is a process that always needs to be revealed.