Jul 02, 2005 20:31
I don't know what to say.
The language processors in my brain fizzle and pop every time I even try.
Never, at any point in the past quarter century, did I think I would meet a girl... the girl who fits me like a glove.
In fact, right now, I'm pretty sure my real body is strapped to a cold metal table, and scientists are poking and prodding my exposed brain through the tiny holes in the cullender they've bolted to my skull. This must be an illusion. A trap. A ploy. A highly advanced computer simulation being run by some as yet unseen arch-nemesis I never knew I had.
There's no way reality could ever be this kind.
What do you do when the light at the end of the tunnel isn't an oncoming train like you've always suspected, but a beautiful expanse of blinding sunlight, twittering birds, and babbling streams? The paradise you've always dreamed about, but never for a moment thought you'd be allowed to touch.
I'm dating the most wonderful girl in the world, and I've never felt more sure of myself or another human being in my entire life.
Could this actually be.... happiness???