To the year that has taught me so much and has provided me with an abundance of joy, it’s been such a pleasure.
Into you, I’ve managed to look back from the start to finish. After one of the craziest years of my life personally in 2016, you’ve given me endless opportunities to recompose myself. You’ve taught me what it is to truly forgive and give out chances, deserving or not you you’ve made me realise wasn’t mine to decide. Forgive anyway.
You’ve provided me with so much more memories with the friends I’ve kept so close to my heart almost more than half my life. On top of that you’ve given me new ones, lovely new friends whom today I’ve made more space in my heart for.
You’ve given me battle wounds, chin scars, bruises, nasty dark eye circles, and a ton of adventures.
Most of all you’ve given me the opportunity to make mistakes and learn in my personal life, career choices and actions.
At the end of it, when I was ready, you granted me the kind of love you only read in books. The kind you hold so close afraid of letting it find its way away from you, yet in the same time let it roam free believing that what is yours will always be yours. You’ve granted me faith, in a higher power, greater than I can imagine (one which I hope stays).
You’ve granted me hope that love, love can be silly and solid. Love can come to you when you least expect it, in the form of a person you’ve never imagine yourself to ever, ever want to be with. Love can take you by surprise and sweep you off of your feet without a single brush against your skin.
Although still and may forever be a work in progress, you’ve taught me the importance of being able to, even when wobbly to stand on my own two feet and figure my wants and needs.
On top of it all, you’ve given me a slight glimpse that my hopeful romantic would be delighted about, that I may, I may just be able to find a love so deep the ocean would be jealous.
For all of these and more, 2017 you’ve been nothing short of amazing.