Juliette
It's my birthday.
I can't help but smile when I stare at the ceiling. The ceiling of my small bedroom. The small bedroom in my small farmhouse. The small farmhouse that I have always dreamed of.
Last year, I was so sad on my birthday. Sad because I spent it with a bunch of people that didn't care about me. Sad because I spent it with a bunch of people who made me feel lonely. Sad because I was tired of living a life that didn't feel like mine. Sad because my love life was dead. Sad because my dad was dead. Sad because it was my first birthday without him. And I hated myself for missing him. And missing my childhood bestfriend.
But this year feels different. Life feels lighter. Lovelier. And it's all thanks to the man sleeping soundly next to me. The man of my dreams. This mig
