All my life I have waited for my happy moment. I still remember a few years back I was asked to post a picture of the time I was at my happiest, and with the level of excitement I was looking for that one picture, but, I couldn't find it. All I found was my emotionless smiles covering up the scarred parts.
I was always told that when I am living my happiest moments I will never actually recognize them. This made me laugh. Never in a million years I though that I would not recognize my happiest days. I am so used to thinking and waiting for the time when things get shattered, I actually forgot to just stand still and cherish the moments. I remember one year from today, I was at a party surrounded by known strangers, getting hit on by one after the another. Ironically, this was my then definition of happiness.
I always knew life had its own plans for me but I never believed them to be the good ones. Today, when I look around, I have my family, 'my boys' with whom I can share all and every part of me and who will move mountains for me. It's funny how I never realized that I would ever find a group of people who are so different, yet so same.
Meeting a guy, who absolutely adores me and I him, who makes me feel safe and secure, made me realize I am way more than those broken promises.
What more could I really ask for?
I have craved love throughout, and along the way somewhere I stopped believing in it. I look at my life today and a year ago, and omg the difference. I have surpassed the oceans, lived through the rain and the rainbows. I believed life to be all balloons and butterflies but no, life is all about living through the sad and cherishing the happy moments. Never realized how these happy accidents made a control freak like me learn to trust the process.
Thank you for existing, you made me believe in my happy days again. I want you to know that I am grateful for you and I always will be. I love you all.