The Silent Room

If receiving a million bucks makes you a happy person, it must mean that a million bucks is simply something really wonderful, no?

In regards to previous entries, I never knew what it was like to feel like a million bucks. As I was relishing the afterglow, I came to understand that feeling like a million bucks is un-fucking-believeably awesome.

I have been conversing in vague lines and with hidden truths, not yet ready to unveil what’s really in my mind. But not back then. That moment was special. It’s one I can never forget for the rest of my life. It was the moment when I shrugged a gargantuan burden off my shoulders. Tales told with no twists, truths all uncovered.

HOLY SHIT THAT FELT GOOD.

And it was such a nice moment too. The sky was dark. The air was cool. And it rained. [If you don't like the rain, go screw yourself over. Rain is a blessing from the heavens, and there's no other type of weather that's perfect for a hot drink than a cold rainy night. I love the rain. HAH.]

My voice was voice trembling. I stuttered. I lost my cool. I felt weak and fragile. My words were splattered all over the place but thankfully, I got the message across. But the grip was firm, yet the caress was tender. The warmth lightened my heart. It is done.

And it seems like it didn’t hit a brick wall. As much as I didn’t mean for it to happen when it all began, I’m glad. In fact, I was more than glad. I thought I could just prostrate to Him there and then for bestowing me such a divine gift. I have promised myself back then. And I will hold on to it. At least, I will try my best. I’m still scared, still unsure, but I know I can go through it. Why? Because I just know.

God. I love her. So, please let me.