Death. Rebirth. Brand New.

I hold no grudges, no blame. It doesn't matter who she is, and it doesn't matter when or how it started. It doesn't matter his family seemed heartless and nonchalant. It doesn't matter that he could have dealt with it better, been stronger, or more responsible, less selfish. None of it matters.

What matters is that I have myself. A stronger, happier, more confident self who wants to experience life in all its grandness, to enjoy every moment, every up and down to know what it really means to live. Yes, "who are you?" is a tough question. But I think I have the better answer.

And what matters even more is that I have you. All of you. When I saw your tears and felt your anger, I knew I couldn't wish for more wonderful friends and family. I know you live my pain and share my laughter as your own, and in these moments nothing else matters to me. My world is filled with your love and friendship, and this tells me I've done something right.

So, it's rebirth from here on. The full force of the death card. A new chapter, a new beginning, for a search of the real me.