For the highs and the lows. The days of being completely on my own. Days of pure joy. For those who have broken my heart. For those who have loved me more than I ever have myself. Those who have tricked me into loving them by wearing a disguise. The scary moments alone far, far away. The moments of utter embarrassment. The laughter-filled nights. The family I miss (but am always close to in my heart). The friends who’ve moved on and the friends who’ve stayed close. The tears of happiness. The tears of sorrow. And the tears ‘just because’. For confusion. For clarity. And everything in between.
These are the things that bring me even closer to love. These are the things that are meant to happen.
These are the things for which I give my thanks; the things that make me love my blessed life.
Every little bit of it.