Oh there will sooo be aftermath

Giddy as a child. Well, that is a usual characteristic of mine, but this weekend I've barely been contained. I was a just a girl for 48 whole hours; slept too late, stayed up too late, didn't sleep at all and threw in some good times. Don't get me wrong, I love Em and I like all the "grown up" things I try to manage, but this weekend was certainly a nice break. It has been the sweetest surrender containing this moment where I literally crashed into ecstasy wiping all the wistfulness out of every smile. And while the drift back to reality that will culminate in Monday morning has been gentle, I know there will be aftermath. But somehow, this time, I think I might just keep it at bay. Maybe this time I'll let that one moment at least remain unmarred by the guilt and stress and self loathing that usually tear me apart. Just maybe.