Today is a beautiful day. The grass is bright green from a late spring shower, the birds are chirping cheerily as though they haven't a care in the world, I saw two of my dearest friends, and I am blessed with the ability to write about it.
The past few days have been rough. Last night, I cried one lonely tear and tried to convince myself that my pain isn't legitimate. My emotions have been through the mill, and I couldn't have a good cry about it, like I wanted to.
But those were the past few days. Today is a good day, and I'm not going to waste it.