I feel like laughing and crying and shouting all at once whenever I think of it.
Everything I hoped for, along with that which I didn't dare hope for, and none of what I feared. This feels like a dream all over again, and I don't know what I could do if I woke from it.
I'd still feel presumptious claiming "love," never mind the spelling, but I do at least have a much improved understanding of having "wandered in a blissed-out haze," as did Arthur.
I keep catching myself staring into the distance, no doubt with my eyes glazed over and a laughable expression on my face. But it doesn't bother me much - then again, nothing is really bothering me much right now. I don't think I've ever been so ridiculously happy.
posted on Friday, December 12, 2003
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