[I've been gone so long, seems like home to me]

Everything I read. Everything I see. It personifies every important feeling. I have this eagerness in me now. I don't know when or where I got it. The importance of Love and Happiness. That nothing can get in the way now. I didn't think I could make it before- maybe that's it. This fresh air thrills me. I cannot take it for granted at all now. I don't want to waste anything not feeling everything to its absolute. I Love. Nothing else matters. I want babies and breakfasts and late nights and ordinary adventures. Everything is so beautiful, I can hardly stand it. I never want to be so sad, so desperate, so trapped, ever again. It does not dull. This new life. I want to explain it over and over. Seven years, formidable years. It is startling every morning. Every breath free. I can be exactly what I want, however I want.