I finally felt alive again at this point in time. Actually, I probably felt more alive at this time than at any other time in my life. But I suppose that should be expected when I man that's lived for love for the past 4 years finally falls in love. I moved into the relationship with all the over-exhaustive intensity of youth. However, I'm certain I never would've burnt out. I don't think there was ever a time when I wasn't planning a collection of romantic events to initiate. My reputation at work shifted towards being known as the guy that spends all his breaks either writing love letters or talking on the phone to his girl, and often going to see her on his lunch breaks. My friends were all delighted, as they'd been waiting for and urging me to get into a relationship for some time. My friends all often stayed at one house between them, much closer to the dream I'd long had, but I didn't care. I later learned that a large amount of drug use went on in that house as well, but I almost never noticed. I was oblivious to my "friends." They'd been tried and failed. Now I had love.

I was always happy and always sentimental in those days. However, I'll confess that it didn't take much from my significant other to make me worrisome. I knew how possible it was that I'd picked wrong, and she could easily bring that fear up in me. But, those moments were few and far between, and inconsequential amidst the joy that abounded the majority of the time. People often insist that such passionate love burns itself out quickly, but I'm confident that I could have kept it up for all eternity."