Everything feels so new. It's like I just went on a shopping spree where I picked out an entire new wardrobe, and suddenly my style is just so adorable every single freaking day. I feel like everything is shifting and evolving and turning into something... different. And yet, despite all of my terrorizing fears over the past year or so, it's not scary. It's not sad at the moment. I feel like I'm reading that very last chapter in a good book, with each page turn a tingle goes up my fingers as I count the remaining sheets of paper that will conclude the tale told within my own mind. But, I know there's an entirely new sequel sitting on my shelf, just waiting for me to bust it open and pour over the contents, lingering and appreciating each and every little letter of every word of every sentence of every thought of every paragraph of every chapter of every story.
The adventures that await us all! It's almost too much to fathom.
After the sadness I just composed, this fills me with a sunbeam of hope. :) Thank you <3
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