Saturday, September 12, 2015
For those of you who know and love me, it will be sufficient to say that I am happy. Not superficial, moon-eyed happy, but a deep resevoir of happy that overflows with contentment. It tastes like gratitude.
“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”
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