I feel like the storm has passed.  The wind is still blowing, there is a mist trickling down into the blowing wind.  It wets my face, but the storm.  That terrible fucking storm has passed.  Now, I walk this road before me.  Without her.  She gets to walk her own road.  It's going to be terrible.  For her.  But that's my opinion because I like light and happiness and she prefers grey and misery.  So maybe it will be fine for her.  But for sure mine will be filled with magic and adventure and freedom.  Happiness is right before me.  It is mine to touch.  All I have to do is reach out my hand and sometimes I can but sometimes it burns.  I'm trying to figure out that burning feeling so I can endure happiness always.  I met a girl who makes me happy.  Though, to be sure, I can be happy on my own.  I just prefer a partner to travel with and go to dinner with and watch tv with.  I might be in love.  It's a possibility.  I will be happy and healthy and want for nothing in the future though.  Guaranteed.