Constellations in Letters

The past few days have been absolutely wonderful for me. I read old letters, and looked at scribbles in all my filled notebooks. Little punctuation marks everywhere, leaving spaces for breath and finalizing meaningful phrases, etching them in lead or ink into the generic lines- they look like little constellations between all the words.
It was beautiful as I layed back on my pillow and gazed at the little marks. Periods following, emphasizing, such sentences as "I love you." Or the word "Forever." So pretty it made my eyes well up with happiness. It feels good to be alive.
I think that headache I had the other day was all the terrible things being blown to smithereens inside my head. Or at least I like to think of it that way.
Last night I sang on a stage for the first time in ages. I was shaking. Not because I was nervous, but because I was so incredibly excited. I wasn't used to the feeling of being so optimistic and confident.
Last night when I was falling asleep I had a feeling I have never felt. I was so absolutely carefree. I didn't have any worried thoughts or sadness before I went to sleep. I thought of how wonderful my life is, and how lucky I am to be here. I thought of all the people that mean so much to me and how they've changed my life. (You know who you are.)
I am going to forgive and forget and let people be who they want to be. I am going to be content with the life I have and see every day as an opportunity to do something wonderful. I want to make people smile. I want to smile. I will make things better. I will be a better friend and a better person. Everything is going to change.

I have never felt so alive.