I guess I never expected for this goal to ever come true, mainly because I felt I didn’t deserve a nice guy or wondered how any guy could ever desire me the way I wanted him to. I guess I was impatient, stupid, silly, and didn’t realize that if I had waited until the nineteenth year of my life, the third year of the month of 2009, the time of day precisely nightfall, the place completely at my college playing an on-campus game, and the intention clear that I wasn’t looking and my knowledge in video games to shine through to one person – I probably wouldn’t have been so upset to know that everything would eventually fall into place for me.
I guess I never believed in miracles happening to me, and when they started happening it was like they never stopped occurring and life separarated into two halves – the part I believed was happening and the part that I felt was a dream. It’s hard to tell now if this is a dream or not, but when I wake up beside him I know that I am not dreaming. When he kisses my lips and I feel the butterflies overflowing all inside I know it’s real.
I’m in love, with the right guy. The one who cares for me, and is able to make me happy. The one who won’t back down on me.
I believe in miracles.
