I believe that things always happen for a reason. I believe that people come into your life at the right time. I believe that people leave your life at the right time too. I believe that if you open your heart, it will welcome the ones who are supposed to be in your life.
I'm not sure when I allowed myself to open my heart but I have welcomed some amazing people in my life. I don't know why I have been lucky. I have found the man I am going to be with the rest of my life. I don't mean to be schmaltzy and I won't claim to know this to be true but I somehow I feel it. I can't describe it. I wish I could quantify it. Numbers always make sense to me. But, no numbers can describe how I feel. But it makes sense to me.
Then there are those who will always be in my life. No matter how far away they are. No matter how long I am out of touch with them. It will always seem like I chatted with them yesterday. And will again tomorrow.
I'm not sure why I am being nostalgic. I'll probably think about it for a couple more days. Then something will happen to make me bitter as hell. In the next two days, I will call those who matter most to me just so they know I am still here. I won't have to tell them. I am sure they will just know. But it does not matter if they do. It matters that I am still there, regardless.