I have this very rare and almost foreign emotion:
I am content. There is so much uncertainty in my life coming up in the next weeks. I should be scared shitless, but weirdly enough, I am not.
I know how to love and I know how to be loved in return. And right now (this moment) I am enough.
Tomorrow is a new day and maybe after I slept, that feeling vanishes like the moon vanishes at dawn. But for now, I embrace it.