Write in journals the things you are grateful for, make time for an old friend, walk in the mornings as the sun is rising, spend less time focusing on your faults, spend even less time reading rants on social media, plant flowers, check the mailbox, cook a new recipe, dance in your living room. Be in love with living.
I love the way you make me feel. Like I am more than an afterthought, or a second guess, or a maybe. You make me feel like I am your first thought, only choice, a certainty.