I'm in love.
I said it.
Bring on the cliches.
Bring on the taunting.
I'm taking all comers.
The fact is, I'm happier now than I can remember being for what feels like forever.
And whether it lasts another week or forever, at least I'll be able to say "I felt something once. And I liked it."
Is this a confession? Or is it merely an admission?
I'm not sure.
The word confession gives the sense of owning up to a wrongdoing. And I've definitely done no wrong here (at least not yet).
So I admit, I'm in love.
As for a confession...
I remember stealing cash and various products from a former employer. Thousands of dollars worth.
They had no idea. I had free food and drink.