Trapped in a flesh vessel.

I cannot describe the elation that entombs me.

For the past year, I’ve felt immense heartache and sorrow over this woman.

For the past year, I’ve longed for this woman and received mixed response.

For the past year, Gatsby has reached for the green light.

But now, the love of my life is on my arm, and she has no plans of ever moving.

A year of close platonic friendship has produced a genuine love that now binds us together, closer than ever before. I lack the proper words to describe this feeling.

This immaculately euphoric feeling.