Why can't I?

why can't I just announce it? It's the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. It's Goddess. It's everyones' dream. It cuts through my uncertinities like flawless diamond. And IT IS real.

On Septemebr 2, 2004, we met for the first time. We talked for about two hours and I found myself chatting about the sillyest stuff ever. I felt like a kindtergarden kid so light, so clear and free of reservations. And I missed her the second she pronouced the "B" of the first "Bye" she ever told me. I knew we were gonna meet again, but it wasn't enough. I was already jealous. At whome? maybe at all the people who got to spend more time with her than I could.

My history of crushes, flings, break-ups and regretable one-night-stands was suddenly of less importance than the color of my PJ's (I have some really bad ones). The ones that I really liked seem now like a good memory, yet mere memory that I don't long for.

Yet, why can't I announce it?

I told her -not long ago- the hell with the whole process. Lets just a flee the whole country together. We don't need anybody and we don't need a political identity to call home. We could make every step of ours a comfy home. We'll makeout at every park and beach we pass by (I did mean that one).

Yet, why can't I just announce it? Maybe because I already feel very cheezy and silly announcing 0.5% of the story in my blog.

God Dam the man this soceity made me into.