THE FIRST YEAR

I still remember the very first day we met again after a while. It was the first weekend in November, my first week in Bali. We had been texting for a while, planning to meet to catch up. That day, I was so excited because he was the first friend I met after I fell into the depression hole.
That day was also the first time I was actually getting ready - I had my makeup on, though it was my usual 'no makeup' makeup look. I was so proud of myself for having the courage to meet people and got myself up from the bed. Since moving to Bali, I felt like I had been given a second chance in life.
He picked me up around 11 a.m. I still remember the first sentence he said, "You look so good!" and it brought a smile to my face. He knew I hadn't seen daylight for many moons. He knew very well I was severely depressed and suicidal. He knew I was anxious at that time.
We went to a cafe, ordered and then started to catch up on our lives. I was being raw with him, raw and unfiltered. I told him almost everything that had happened to me and how I felt about that. When I told him I attempted suicide four times, he said, "I'm glad none of them were successful. I can't lose a friend like you,"
We spent from am to pm that day. Little did we know that first meeting was just the beginning of our love story. Then, fast forward to three weekends later, on November 19th, we shared our first kiss and marked the date.
"How did that happen?""Probably meant to be,"
One year ago, I didn't know he would mean the world to me.One year ago, I didn't know a kiss would be the door to a whole new journey I'd love to walk with him.One year ago, it didn't cross my mind I would wed him soon.
A year can do a lot to a person.
My second chance in life has been so wonderful and one of the reasons is because of him. It’s hard to believe it has been one year now, but each day that passes is better than the last. The more I learn about him, the more I fall in love with him.