You are something special indeed. And while I find it so strange that we have yet to express any sort of real emotion, other than with actions, I am in owe how far I've come. As I gaze into your eyes there is no doubt, and I find myself letting go of every mistake I've ever made, because all of them suddenly make sense - for they have led me straight to you, straight into your embrace. When we're together it feels like we've been at it for forty years, even though it hasn't been even a fraction of that. I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling or more importantly what I'm not. Is this what all the poets and writers have been preaching about for generations? The love they craved for, bled for, died for is within my reach but I'm not scared one bit, not at all. I have made a pact and I'm sticking with it no matter what. The strands of my fate have yet to lead me astray, so I cannot phantom them doing so now, leaving me with the greatest decision of all - to lose myself in free-fall and simply enjoy as I fly.
