On the nineteenth of this month, I turned nineteen. Not only was another year added to my existence, but a new level of love was built and solidified on my heart. If ever I knew I was loved, I KNEW it on that day.
The purest of messages, like the one attached above, poured in from all spheres of life. One might find this normal because it was my birthday and naturally, people would be jovial. Quite the contrary applied for me. Just before my birthday, I'd been detached, heavily at that, from the land of the living. Perhaps it's safe to say I merely existed.
My birthday showed me WHY I existed and that's why it is perhaps by far, the best month of this year. I learnt love, I received love and believed in it again. What was taken away, had been restored.
Lesson: Love lives.
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