And then I realised what I'm most thankful for: the fact that we are all the glistening remains of exploding stars before our time - and in the shape of human beings we exist as living, breathing, loving, dreaming stardust.
The world may feel dark, cold and unforgiving; days may go by with no spark or flame. But, everything is made of magic: every melancholic raindrop, unloved insect and unwanted wrinkle is made of something beautiful, celestial.
We gaze high into the sky, searching for proof of a, perhaps, fictitious kind of magic. And yet when I look to my side, I find it - I see her. Allison Marie. I am so thankful that for whatever reason it happened, tiny fleeting atoms poetically formed a wondrous being - my very own living, breathing, loving, dreaming stardust.