I’m laughing and I’m beaming, I’m smiling and burning from ear to ear, I might be crazy or that's how it would appear. Here, I’m sat smiling like an idiot, acting like I’m high or I’m full of it. But I’m not though. I swear I got all these bubbles from within just because I’m with him, because I’m on the phone, because I’m on his radar, on his level, his call, his mind, and all of him is everything right with me. I’m in awe because he is mine! He is mine! Some part of his heart is mine. There is enough love in his heart for me. Somehow he found me. Someone somewhere saw me and made him come near. It had to have been that way. There is just no chance. His parents met, they weren’t trying to conceive, that he survived I believe, that he lived half the country away, that he could move around and choose here to stay, that the small town I live in is the one he ended up in. An angel I swear! An angel who cares, and wanted me to live the rest of my life a long one. An angel who gave me all that has been done. His existence makes me believe. That he appeared in my time of need, that he was made to fit me like a glove. That he was made to win my love, an angel up above, and I am forever grateful. He was made to catch my eye. And to think, I caught his? I caught his eyes! A reciprocated feeling, and that doesn’t even always happen after all that. After all that? Such slim chances and my love loves me and I am the luckiest damned girl in the world! It will never matter what hell I’ll be dragged through. With my head or my health or my fingers and destroyed nervous system. All of that means nothing as long as he is mine and I am his. I will always be his, as long as he wants me to be. I am laughing and and beaming, and smiling, and burning ear to ear, because after all that, he is an Angel. My angel. And I kiss the feet of the God who sent him to me.