There is such a thing as happiness.
Two names, indeed.
A new life.
This is so fucking incredible.
So much has changed.
Three months soon, and i can't even remember what life was before.
Or, more accurately, I can remember, since I found an old diary of mine, dated 2001 (so, yes, not that old), and can't believe how sad and hopeless I was then.
What can I say?
I'm overwhelmed with joy.
We understand each other, care for each other, laugh with each other, evolve with each other... like never before.
I swear, I didn't think it was even possible, let alone that it would happen to me.
To put it as simply as I can, I'M HAPPY.
Oh, of course, even a love that powerful doesn't solve everything.
There are still questions, there are still fears.
But I know now that I'm not alone facing them.
I know she's there with me, holding my hand, hugging me tightly when I'm afraid, and when I'm not too.
I know now, at long last, that this is not an end but a beginning.
The key is: no more self-questioning, self-torturing, indeed.
There is nothing to hide, nothing to be afraid or ashamed of.
This is, in fact, beautiful in its simplicity.
I used to make fun of those couples talking in "we", but I guess I won't do that anymore.
Now it's happening to me too.
Now I understand.
Everything is different.
Life tastes better.
I feel... complete.
And I'm sorry Mr. Durden, but I fucking love that.
Give me more swedish furniture!