I wake up on Christmas morning to the softness of Lily’s body wrapped around mine as we lie burrowed under our down comforter. I pull her in closer, reveling in the comfort that she brings.
Pure joy is the emotion that initially floods my senses each morning when I awake, replacing the less desirable ones of the past three years. I’m content. Everything is finally falling into place. I’m living the life I always thought I would, the destiny that was always meant for me. More so, the fear and anxiety are no longer haunting me.
I don’t think of Stella constantly anymore. In fact, more thoughts that don’t include her pass through my mind than ones that do. The great thing is that when I do think of her, I remember all the wonderful things—her kindness, funny things she would say, her smile,
