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I am sorry for my long silence, but I assure you it has been well warranted. For the first time in a long time the darkness of February did not bring sadness. Instead I found myself wrapped up in a whirlwind I can only describe as fate.

Or, at least I want to believe it is. One never knows, do they? You think it is fate. You believe it until you are given a reason not to. Hopefully that reason never comes. Still, who’s to say it is not just late to arrive?

I cannot be that cynical. I must believe that love is alive and well and living all around us. I must believe that Spring will come on little feet, creeping in with the afternoon light, waking the trees from their slumbers. I must believe that we are deserving of good things. We are not the broken toys we have been conditioned to consider ourselves. We are thriving creatures. We are untamed, wild things, just waiting for our forever.

I am lost in words and love. I am full of light. I will bring you flowers. I will always be your love.