Lucky

Once upon a time, I had a friend who I adored beyond all reason. We were an extremely missmatched pair. I believed, however that we were destined to be the greatest of friends. Maybe we were, and maybe we weren't, who's to say? Alas, no one would ever know the answer. One horrible January day, I made a grave mistake, one that could never be undone, and I lost him forever.

Flash forward 11 years. Here I am, alive and well. I am blessed with a soulmate, the one who sees the child in me, even after knowing every deep, dark secret hiding within. Hugs and kisses, and declarations of love fly through the air all day, every day.

As for friends, well, no one could have been dealt a better hand than myself. I have made some and lost some, and come through with the pick of the litter. In this world filled with horrors, my little bubble is filled with laughter and love.

Now I sit here smiling, as I type. I started out ready to rant about the aggravating shortcomings of those I love and devote my life to. I ended up laughing to myself about the endearing quirks of the people who love me despite my own shortcomings.