A wondrous Hello.

You see, for all of my life, I could never see who I was. I could never see what everyone else saw in me. All I saw was the bad, the mistakes, the paranoia. At least, until I met an amazing young woman, who happened to have orange hair. Apparently, the orange was supposed to be mahogany, but I decided to not comment. She saw something in me, she came over to me and started talking to me. From that moment on, I was doomed to fall, but I was unaware of that fact. We kept talking, days turning into weeks, and weeks in to months, and all the while, a tiny seed had taken root in my heart, unnoticed. Then, one day, she kept walking with me, past where we normally parted ways, and she did probably the stupidest thing she could have done; she kissed me. And in that instant, I realized that I had fallen a long, long way. I realized I had loved her for months, but I hadn't wanted to admit it, thinking that it would be better to ignore the feeling, rather than do something stupid again and lose any chance I'd had.And the moment our lips touched, I fell all over again, in the infinite feeling.In that instant, I realized that there was something real. Months and months pass, with many moments of bliss having been shared until we reach today, where I get to see her, happier than Ive seen her in a very long time, and I look around at my room, where I sit alone, and I no longer see a room tinged with mistakes and paranoia, but softened with love, filled with the things I've done. I whisper to her, even though she is elsewhere, two simple words "Thank you." I lay down, and the softened room starts to darken, but I keep thinking about her, about whI want to go with her, about how much I want to spend my life with her, and the darkness backs up just a little. It's not much, but it's enough for me to rest a little easier tonight. Just one more night, before she's here beside me and can make my fears disappear for good. Just one more night before I can sleep without dreaming of my mistakes and my bad choices in life. One more night until I can finally see myself as she sees me. And I can't wait.