Years Ago

16 years ago, my classmates bullied me just because I laughed out loud. The leader called me "maarte" and that was why everybody avoided me. I hated the day--it was a cursed day. I often told myself.

But 15 years after, I thanked this day because it was the day I once again plunged in, took the risk of loving again.

And now, a year later, I am still loved by this guy I consider God's gift to me.:)