Blessings

“Count your blessings,” they say.

So, I do.

I count the endless conversations over a cup of tea.
I count every time that I snuggled next to my mom for a hug on my worse nights.
I count the endless drives singing a song together.
I count the advices given at the right times.
I count the hours spent crying on a call, just so I don’t have to endure it alone.

I count the harsh realities slapped in my face to make life easier.
I count the number of times I heard a joke and didn’t have to laugh at it alone.
I count the number of times I laughed with tears in my eyes, confused whether I’m sad or happy.
I count the number of hearts that celebrate every time I’m jumping with joy.

I count the conversations that make me forget reality for a while.
I count the conversations that make me feel light after its done.
I count the messages that pop up unexpectedly and make my day.
I count all the mushy words that I get called.

I count my “take care”s.
I count my “miss you”s.
I count my “love you”s.
I count my “pray for you”s.

I count and I count… human connections.

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