The past few months have been so interesting.
For the longest time I felt like I couldn't breath,
like I was going to drown in my challenges and heartache,
today I don't feel that way.
When I realized that bruises on your knees are called strawberries
and that being happy is a choice
and that sometimes love is all that matters
and that the truth is hard to hear
and that junk food is delicious
and that muscle and courage take time to build
and that coffee shops don't solve all problems,
I realized that I love a boy
with all my heart,
and right now, he is what matters.