Being on this planet for 36 years now I thought at some point I had to know what happiness was. I have now found that what I may have felt happy about before pales in comparison to the joy that I feel everyday now.
I never believed in the type of love that is sung about in love songs or that is potrayed in the movies, but I found it. I didn't believe in it until it smacked me across the face. Now that I have it, I don't want to let it go.
How wonderful it is that I've found the female version of myself. The little odd idiocyncacies that I thought made me different from everyone, well they do, with the exception of her. We share those things.
Now I've never been a bed maker, ask my mother. But now, I'm making sure that the bed is made, and just the way she wants it, just so I can make her happy. And it does, and she appreciates it.
I love being in love.