even if things kind of suck

you hate your job; you hate the state you’re in (literally and emotionally); you’re poor and alone a lot of the time, your family is far away, yada yada

the truest thing I cannot deny is knowing that there is at least one person in this world willing to bring me soup long passed our bedtimes, even if he is tired too, because I cannot sleep and do not feel well (physically and emotionally). Someone to watch Parenthood with me when he knows nothing about the show except that it makes me happy. Someone who compliments me every single day, tells me I’m pretty when I’m in pajamas and all dolled up, someone who laughs at my stupid jokes and facial expressions and has serious talks with me about real things and just tries to understand me when even I think it’s impossible.

That, my people, is undeniably beautiful, a blessing, and the truest thing keeping me sane and smiling when I don’t think either are possible. 

That, fine people, is the difference between this lonely world and love. Not just lovvvve, though. I mean Love, formed by a God who loves me even when I am ashamed to talk to Him and admit He is right. It’s just…real. And here. And I’m recognizing it. And that’s a step.