If you have been reading The Diary since last year (2025), you’re aware of my gratitude for the many recent glimpses of hope. Honestly, one of those glimpses that made me keep going is feeling something special for someone. I swear: I haven’t felt like this in years.
And today, the eve of St. Valentine’s Day, in celebration of all forms of love a day early, I would like to quote a few lines from one of my favorite love songs. I’m filing this under the Notes to Self category instead of the Song of the Moment category because these lines are not only etched in my heart but also in my mind.
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