Dear March,

Sadness comes in its waves, but I've realized I'm actually quite happy. I'm in love with someone who loves me back. I never thought I could come to care for someone in this way. I never thought anyone would ever love me. But I've realized I was so wrong. I'm happy. Simply and genuinely happy. And sometimes things aren't okay and that's okay because eventually it will all be okay. And I will never have to be alone in my struggles. I was a suicidal mess, but now I'm so happy. I can hang on until March, and even longer. Maybe all of my future February days will be easier. I hope so. Because I am deeply in love and so secure in myself now.