And I gazed over my new life and felt like an overripe fruit, about to burst out of my skin. This was a happiness I’d never experienced before. Joy is always sweetest when loss lurks just below it. Like that orchestra on the Titanic, playing their final arrangements while knowing that everything would be gone by daylight. You fiddle as hard as you can, close your eyes to what’s to come, obliterate yourself in now because it may be all you ever have.
