From now on I assume most of my entries will be seen as though they are from the perspective of a naive early twenty-something who thinks he has met happiness and true love and blah blah blah, all that the world has to offer. But that's not true. I know I have met true love. Is it strange that we have not even been dating three weeks and already we are saying we will be together forever, marry and grow old in a cozy house? Odd as it may be, we both believe it to be our futures and I am certain that it will be. We will become the new American dream. I'm so happy I'm still alive. I might start wearing my seatbelt. It feels good to be me.