Dear Journal,
I saw Bhabesh in my dreams in the morning. And of course, as always I googled it. Actually through the day after listening to an hour of music in the morning methought: no regrets.
I may not have loved all the men I've been with, but I did try and so did they.
We tried, it didn't work out. I've become more selective and may be prudent. Such is life.
I know there is an extraordinary man somewhere to love. I just don't know where he is or who he is. It's not Naishad, or Q, or anyone like that I'm sure. Because if so may be I would be with them. No regrets. Had the experience. A learning. I'm grateful.
My heart is often filled with love to the brim. Often, not always. I wish the feeling was there to last forever. The joy of love.
What or who do I love so? I have no clue. May be life.
I'm grateful for my parents.
I'm grateful for my job.
I'm grateful for music and books.
I'm grateful that I paint.
I'm grateful for art.
I'm grateful for this amazing company I'm serving.
I'm grateful for love.
I'm grateful for life.
Love,
Me.
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