Four letters.

This has been a year from hell. A year of stress and anger and shifting. But here I am, on the other side. In one piece, I might add. Feels nice to be whole. I doubted myself often over the past year. I doubted my decisions, my happiness, my capabilities. Life was never going to be normal, was it? I'd float forever in this sort of quasi-existence, never quite settled, never quite complete, a disappointment.

But I formed a relationship with someone who reminded me that I existed. Someone who reminded me that I can be who I want to be, and that that's OK. He makes me laugh much, much more than he makes me cry. Much more than he makes me yell.

I smile more than I doubt. And I see a light in my future, where it used to be a dark room. He's smart. So much so that I feel smarter in his presence.

Love is only four letters, but it's a big word. You can look it up in the dictionary, but you still won't understand it's meaning until you feel it.

I know what it means. I'm glad he's teaching me.