Dear self,

I love how you stop feeling the bad memories when you dance into the room right after something brilliant, something lovely, has happened to you.

Like when you walk into the newly freshened up bathroom of a house that you used to believe was haunted.

And except this time, instead of avoiding the mirror, you look straight into your own eyes and see yourself smiling and laughing.

I love that. I know you do, too. It makes you giggle even more right as I say it, doesn't it?

To think, all it takes is a friendly stranger to smile at you on the street.



:)