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Sunday, Dec. 04, 2005 - 2:57 p.m. CONCLUSION I am not sure whether to say the Experiment has succeeded or failed, or whether there was any Experiment at all. I once said that love was impossible. Now I know otherwise. I cannot say with absolute certainty that she will be the woman I marry; though it would seem to be a logical conclusion. She is brilliant, creative, talented, and beautiful, and she habors the same amount of affection toward me as I do her. We are passionate and cannot stand to be away from each other. It is as though our fate had been sealed since the beginning of time. I could go on writing about her, but I believe doing so would be of no avail. Given her extreme talent, I believe that one day most of the modern world will know of her any way, or at least the very least, her work. The words I write will not do her justice. Readers of this journal will likely say that I am just lovesick and that such exaggerations are only natural for someone thrust into a romantic relationship, especially when it is his first one. Such an observation would be prudent under most circumstances. My intuition, however, says that such a statement is presumptuous. Sometimes you just know when something is bound to happen. As an irony, one of her many talents is her ability to sing. Next summer, she plans to try out for and star as Belle, the main female character in a production of Beauty and the Beast. Eat your heart out, physical therapist. I wish I could have eased my readers more into the conclusion of this journal. But when true love happens, like lightning, it strikes out of nowhere, and you know not the day nor the hour. Love is, however, quite deceptive. Many think they have found it only to find out later that they have been swindled. The pain they carry as a result lasts a lifetime. That is why you must be careful–like I have been. Hold on to your virginity, dammit! Or make your mind up to reclaim it. But love is not impossible. I know that now for certain. |