In just over 24 hours, it’ll be 2020.
This year hasn’t been the easiest, but there is always light in darkness, and that light is you.
You make me feel alive, when I don’t want to live. You make me feel strong when I’m beaten down. You make me feel valued when I’m nothing at all.
I don’t know how we got into this position, but I am sure as hell glad to be back in your life. 7 years ago we were clueless teenagers. 5 years ago we stopped speaking. 2 weeks ago you came back, stronger, better and kinder. It’s hard to see what you see in me.
But you don’t care. You make me feel safe. Calm. Hopeful.
After a year that made me lose faith in everything, you’re a glimmer of hope. The potential of a future with you lights a fire inside me that makes me want to be better.
You make me want to be better.
2020 is not the year I give up. 2020 is a year of hope.