I think, maybe, I've read too *much* fanfic. I don't know...some things, when you think about them in a slightly different context, are much less scary. And yes, that is all the explanation you're getting, 'cause I'm too tired after conversing with Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde last night.
Look, I know I've said it before. I'm going to say it again, too, so you might as well get used to it. I met a lot of wonderful people a week ago. They're all still wonderful, impossibly so. But I keep turning up pieces of information - just scraps of randomness on people's journals - about one of them that just make me sit there in front of my computer, shaking my head in complete disbelief that someone so *fantastic* can really exist. And that I met them. My god, I'm so lucky!
I just don't know how to express how happy I feel. It's freezing cold in here and I've been shivering all day and now I'm...just fine. I would...I could...try and express it. But I'd worry that it would be thought trite, and I'd know it was inadequate, and...just...*oh*.
E. x
Later : But I don't want to sleep....and then again...storm, outside. Me, inside. Safe. Safe. God. A little later : How...how did you know?