someone loves you

• That's what the note in my wallet says.
  
• It's been there for at least five years.
• On a small green post-it note.
• It came from a friend who now lives far away.
• And while our lives have changed drastically since the note was given.
• I know that our love for each other,
• while our lives may look different,
• remains as strong as the day she wrote it.
• The thing about the note is that,
• while I look at it nearly everyday
• and I think fondly on the friend who gave it to me,
• it doesn't only remind me of the giver.
• Rather, as I glance upon the note each day,
• not really needing to read it anymore
• because I know what it says
• but mearly seeing it's presence in my wallet
• reminds me of all the people who love me,
• of the adventures we've had,
• of the prayers they offer for me,
• of the kisses and hugs, tears and laughs that we've shared.
• And I know in these moments
• that I am beyond fortunate.
• That I am blessed beyond comprehension.
• That whereever I am
• Whatever I'm doing
• No matter how old I am
• or how long it's been since we've talked
• someone loves me
• and most fortunately for me
• lots of someone's love me.