I am overwhelmed. Sometimes everything, and I mean everything, is so good I wonder if I’m doing something wrong. No, not sometimes. All the time every time. Is it okay that I have no answer when I’m asked to share my struggles, problems, hardships? Is it normal that I’m not bothered by much, if anything? Is it weird that nothing is perfect yet nothing feels imperfect? Am I trippin’? Am I on something? It’s crazy ’cause I’m not haha. Crazy ’cause… this is me. And Him. Him and me. Just the two of us. And I’m living. Just breathing. So easy, so effortless, so… alive. I could live with this, I could get used to this. I think… I will.