The smell of cold night air. An unexpected touch or acknowledgment from someone I think I might be in love with. Poetry. Discovering a new favorite song. Spiked hot drinks. Partiers yelling silly things as they stumble down the street at 1 AM. Movies that make me cry every single time. Christmas lights. Comfortable silence. Laughter and merriment and no pressure to be anything other than what I am. Fond memories. Knowing that there's more than one person in this world willing to take a hysteric phone call from me at any time, day or night. That feeling of relief after accomplishing something difficult. Late mornings in between toasty sheets. Romantic daydreams. Fresh laundry.
Even though I'm lonely tonight, even though sometimes I'm sad and I forget all that I have, I can always count my blessings. And for that I am grateful.
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