Our dreams have come true

I was crossing a street in Miami. It was Highway 1 and I had just got off the Metro Mover at Bayfront. I saw my target. I mean I saw Michelle. She had just left work. My eyes were locked on her and I was mesmerized. I was gorping, like a newly pubescent schoolboy having just clapped eyes on the prom queen. I was concentrating on only her, and that's not just because I can only concentrate on one thing at a time. I had tunnel vision and everything else in the world as far as I was concerned stopped apart from the traffic but I didn't care about that because before me was such a spectacle of beauty, I wasn't going to waste a split second diverting my attention elsewhere. That would mean averting my eyes away from Michelle. The rude, aggressive and irate Miami commuters that could potentially cause serious injury or even death by running me over would just have to wait. I made it across the street. We then started to talk and we liked it so we talked some more and we liked that too. The very fact that you're reading this now means that along with one or two other things thrown into the mix, the talking went well. Michelle and I have endured forced separation through the most trying of circumstances forced upon us. What I am talking about is how much I love Michelle. How my love for her kept me going through the bleakest of times bestowed upon on us. My yearning to be with her for the rest of my life but also, knowing I would have risen to any challenge just to spend one minute with her. Without her my world has a grey sky, seagulls are spiteful and the sale of rat poison is through the roof. When we are together I feel like I have had a heaven sent blessing. It feels like I have been let into paradise without actually dying first. That's not supposed to happen but it has happened to me because of Michelle. My love for her is unlimited.