next to my bed there is a small leather journal. it is the size of a matchbox. it's dusty. i open it. and on the first page of the journal, these words are stamped, "laura's little dreams." i start to cry.
and on one of the pages, i read the words i'd written a year ago, "go to mexico more often."
and in this moment i feel like living life is the most wonderful thing that i'll ever get to do. i feel like doing it as truly, and honestly, and as fully as i can.
and in this moment i feel all of the love in the world soften me, and change me, and open me up. i feel the love of my community, my family, and closest friends. and i know that even if some relationships change, the love does not. and i know that i am growing. that i'm about to never be the same again.
i believe in a world where someone offers me a book to write my dreams in. and i believe in a person who allows themselves to be so vulnerable to anyone, including herself.
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