I don’t write happy things. I don’t write positive things. I can’t formulate a sentence in my head that comes off as sugary-sweet and not bitter-sweet. I don’t, I can’t. So then as the universe likes to do, you came into my life. But, you didn’t walk in, knocking then waiting for permission to come in. No, you fell smack down on my feet like the universe was worried if you arrived any other way I never would’ve seen you; never would’ve known you were meant for me. Thanks, Universe.
to be continued