Who says that love can’t be like this?
If the earth shifts and my soul swims up from the depths to breath in joy at the thought of her in my life, who’s to tell me that it’s wrong?
Why should I stifle honeyed desire that flows thick and sweet at the sound of my name whispered through lips that I claim for my own even now, sight unseen?
Is it a mistake that I can be so soothed by a love that I never imagined? That I am finally okay, finally smart, finally sane…because everything finally makes sense?
Can I suppress this urge to shout it from rooftops, call the national news, or at least tweet about it…as if I’ve discovered something profound, and the melody of her voice in my ear should be added to the history books, alongside fire and the wheel—life altering…beneficial to all of humanity…the essence of ingenuity?
Who says love can’t be her and me? That I’m mistaken in knowing that the thing they swoon about in fairy tales and sing about in love songs can exist in another way?
My happily ever after may not look like theirs, but it’s just as earth-shaking, just as incredible…perhaps more so. Because she is the epitome of love, friendship and understanding in ways that most people never experience in one lifetime.
Who can tell me that it’s wrong to love like this, when I’m ready to give all that I am if she’ll have me. No questions. No fear. No regrets.