Things have been going absolutely wonderful since I last posted a blog, nothing to really complain about. The only thing I can talk about that is negative is my recent rut of downheartedness. There's no reason for it, it's just..there. I guess I still haven't really gotten over the fact that I didn't graduate with the rest of my class? I don't know, but the feeling I had when my teacher told me I failed the final..it's one that you can't really describe accurately. I actually thought I might have a chance to finish on time with everyone else, but then the chance got shot down. I suppose it's how a nation would feel if there were a nuke inbound and they only had one chance to stop it. The entie nation would be watching the AA missles or whatever fly toward the nuke, thinking they might intercept the nuke before it gets close. And then in slow motion, the missle flies right over the nuke and the entire nation, almost as a single entity, realizes that no matter what it could possibly do it is still doomed. Just a feeling of complete loss and helplessness. I feel that way, and then I look over and see my wife asleep a few feet away from me, and I smile. After frowning and being withdrawn the entire day, I smile. Even if I don't want to, she makes me smile somehow. I guess that's a sign telling me that she is the abosolute perfect woman for me, and I should cherish her a million times more than the entirety of my being will allow. Keep her closer than anything else in this world, even on a hot night. Make sure she's happy before I even think about making myself happy, no matter what. But...I don't need a sign to tell me to do all that, I already do. I would throw away an entire fun-filled weeked to stay by her side if she needed me or asked me to. If we were both poisoned and had only one antidote, I would make her take it.
Of course, I could've said that in three words:
I love her.
