" Meeting him was everything. Seeing his face for the first time and feeling as though I have known it always. Kissing his lips for the first time like I have never been kissed before. The stroke of his touch, completing, and for the first time felt like a woman instead of a girl. Falling in love with him, and for the first time in my existence knowing what it truly is… how wonderful it is… to love and be loved. The thrill he is, the shoulder he is, the friend he is… I love him. He is ecstasy, dope, booze, heroin, coke, acid, sex, Kamasutra, music, opera… He is Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9. Better than snow on Christmas, discos, raves, Woodstock, Disneyland. Better than Gone With the Wind, Marilyn Monroe, Angelina Jolie’s lips, Donald Trump’s fortune, or Phantom of the Opera’s remaining side of the face. Better than the Beatles’ dream reunion, Santa Claus, better than Jesus resurrected. "