I did not realize it would be this nice. I met her two days ago, and now we are boarding the rocket, ready for liftoff. Normally, I wouldn’t be falling in love in two days, no less getting actually married. But you know what? These past 48 hours have been the best of my life. There is no going back now. Plus, we’re still going to put our seatbelts on and hold each other’s hand when we start to fly.

Thankfully, I am not deprived of my senses. I can see, smell, taste, hear, and feel. No glasses or hearing aids or numbness in my toes.

She’s alright in her senses too. She did wear glasses in the third grade, but that was just because she, and I quote, “wanted to look cool.”

But there’s something new now. She looks at me when we’re sitting in a public place like there are curtains closed all around us. A privacy I didn’t know I’d reach for. My heart has grown three sizes like The Grinch. This is bizarre because I’m pretty sure my heart was the average human size before meeting her. I feel like when I see her, it’s Christmas morning. It is my favorite mug, warm in my hands. It is the silhouette of trees with the setting sun casting the shadow. A sense of love and enlightenment and excitement like nothing before.

Of course, I’ve been happy in my life. I was happy when I graduated college. I was happy when I went to my first concert. I was happy when I went snorkeling and saw a bunch of tiny, shiny fish swim by. This, this is new. A new sense and a new look on life. Every time I look at her hand, and the fact that I’m lucky enough to let it hold mine, the sense of love intertwines my heart.

I’ve come to my senses and so has she. The wedding bells will be ringing at three. We can feel the world, together, all at once. It is big and bright and full and beautiful. It was never like this before, but I know it will be like this forevermore.