It is like my own rebirth.
A story of searching, and I do not even know whom or what I was searching for. Of self-confidence and the lack of it. Of taking the first steps with outside help, and of how it has all come together into one whole today.
Sometimes I look at all of it and tears come to my eyes at how perfect it all is. Even the most painful places have been in their place.
Beautiful.
This is the story of the Park of Love and of my own rebirth.