Hallelujah! Season 3 of Jane the Virgin has aired on the CW. My life now has meaning again.

Seriously. The anticipation has been killing me during the past few months. As soon as I began the first episode, all of the great previous moments came back to me, reminding me of my love for this absolutely incredible show.

I am not going to lie, Episode 1 of this season really gave me the feels. We all know that Michael was shot in the finale of the last season. His fate hangs in the balance for a large part of this episode. All expected. Not expected: the amount of times I wanted to burst into tears during this episode. Why was this a surprise? It’s quite simple. I am 100% in every way shape and form, a proud member of #TeamRafael.

Ask my friends; during the last season I absolutely despised Michael. To be fair, it was less about him, and more how his being with Jane hurt Rafael. Quick reminder, he is the handsome and sensitive guy that has developed into such a better man and father. That is, only for Jane to realize that she doesn’t want to fight for their love and their family. She wants to be safe with Michael. But I digress. The point is that I arrived at Season 3 just a little salty about this whole wedding thing that had just happened.

And then all of the emotions of this first episode got me feeling some type of way. The flashbacks of when Jane and Michael first met. C’mon, are you kidding me? The magic of that first kiss. UGH! I want that first kiss! And then they had to go even further with scenes set in the future. We saw how Jane envisions them raising three kids because that’s the number they settled on, and grandchildren in Christmas outfits on the staircase, and Michael at the grill because according to Jane, he’s the best griller. That was all way too much. Like who wouldn’t want that, who wouldn’t sympathize with the pain Jane felt in that moment about the trajectory of her life being potentially changed forever?

Again.

At the point in the episode when Jane spontaneously decided to take a break and venture to another waiting area so that she could sob hysterically by herself, as she clutched Michael’s wedding ring, I literally broke. I just wanted her to have that happily ever after, that HEA. Even if it was with the character I despised. Because I’m not a monster, no way I can hate on their love story. It’s deep. It’s strong.

So, since we let Jane have that HEA, now let’s start talking about when I get mine! Just kidding, if it means getting accidentally artificially inseminated, I think I’ll just take my sweet time. I think.