I feel I've gotten a second chance at something and the feeling is indescribable. Fourteen or so years ago, when I was twenty-one (or so), I had something wonderful.

However, my youth and impulsive inexpereince guided me towards one of my life’s few regrets. There hasn't been a month that's passed since, that I haven't in some fashion, thought of my mistake.

Recently, as if by kismet, I feel that I've got a second chance; a second chance to make things right and a second chance at something wonderful. Time, it seems, has not tarnished what was once so beautiful. Rather, made her beauty more luminous, unforgettable and intoxicating.

I raise my glass and drink from the cup of second chances.