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I turned 28 about fifteen minutes ago. It happened with little bravado, laying on the uncomfortable couch in the living room, the dog curled up in the crook of my legs, and my breath smelling of cheap beer. I was watching my roommate do his homework while I pawed at my smartphone and felt as though I should be texting people or responding to emails. I felt like crying as I laid there in the gap between insurmountable loneliness and overwhelming happiness.
There are few years in my life that I can look back and say that I have grown to be worse-off than when they started, but this one feels different. My days have been darker than I ever remember them being before.
But there is love everywhere I look.
I'll do what I can to keep my composure today, but if I wind up having to hide my face or look away for a second - trust me, it's a happy thing.
There are few years in my life that I can look back and say that I have grown to be worse-off than when they started, but this one feels different. My days have been darker than I ever remember them being before.
But there is love everywhere I look.
I'll do what I can to keep my composure today, but if I wind up having to hide my face or look away for a second - trust me, it's a happy thing.