Yesterday, ror the first time in several years, I wished for love. Not just any love... true love. I know, I know, it sounds cheesey, but love was always something that was very important to me. At some point along the way, I didn't know whether I believed in love anymore... didn't know if I still deserved love... then yesterday, I looked at the clock at exactly 11:11 and knew I had to make a wish. And I did. I wished for true love for the first time in over 5 years. And you know what? I meant it. I meant it with every part of me. It wasn't just an empty wish... I could *feel* the meaning and force behind it.... so much that I actually was a bit surprised. There was BELIEF in that wish! It felt good.
So even though I'm going through this period of detachment and darkness, there seems to be a renewal taking place....a renewed sense of belief... in love.