She is everything I have ever wanted in the world and she's staring at me. She notices me looking at her and her face bursts into a smile. I swear my heart stops. Is this what a heart attack feels like? I'm reaching to call 911, when she holds my hand and I die all over again. When did I get this dramatic? When did Shonda Rhymes start writing my life? I'm supposed to feel happy right? Is this what happiness feels like? Like a giant ball of fire exploded in my chest and my heart somehow survived and is beating so fast, I swear it's thumping against my rib cage. I can feel myself sweating, maybe I have the flu. Is love supposed to feel like the flu? Pablo Neruda did not mention flu like symptoms when he wrote about matters of the heart. Emily Dickenson mentioned it would hurt, but that was falling out of love, not falling in love. Oh god, maybe I actually have fallen and all this is just a dream. That would be unfortunate. No, no, this is not a dream. This is real life and she is holding my hand and I am smiling like a doofus even if I do feel like bursting into flames.