Light in the tunnel... But is it just a bulb, or the end?

Today was one of the best days of my life.
Not only did I only have two lectures, but I also had no tests or mocks. A perfect recipe for a happy Noddy.
Then the day got sublime.
Not only was the day glorious, with the sharpness and keenness of the air that makes it feel like when you shave too close and strip skin off, but so was my mission; To get to Blaenau.
Now, not being particularly solvent in the financial departement, I did balk slightly at the £7 cost of the ticket from Gorseinon to Mecca Mk II. However, as has always been the case when my pfennigs disappear down the merciless black hole that is the pursuit of love, it was £7 inordinately well spent.
After an uneventful journey to Bont from Gorseinon, I found myself with over an hour of time on my hands until my sencond bus was due. After ambling around for a while, and stuffing my gob with a sandwich, I managed to pluck up the courage, and grow up enough, to go to the CO-OP Pharmacy, and ignore the disapproving mutterings emmitting from staff and fellow shoppers, succeeding in purchasing face-to-face something I had always thought I would have to rely on public toilets for.
Anyway, after the public shaming (and my ignorance of it), time it was to board my chariot, which tore towards Ammanford with all the gusto of an asthmatic midget with Achilles-tendonitis. One with broken doors, which seemd determined to disgorge my corpulent self onto the road whenever a right turn was so much as imagined. This was, I suspect, for my unkind thoughts as to it's power...
Regardless, once it had passed through Ammanford, the bus seemed to developed some daemonic need for speed, and set off at a full gallop, taps wide open, towards my goal.
On being disgorged from the belly of the beast (none too soon...), I found myself with yet MORE time to kill. So I did what anybody would do, and went for a toddle.
I switched off. Completely.
Until I reached the bridge.
I won't elaborate, but suffice to say that I have fond memories of sharing that bridge.
Anyway, as the hour drew ever nearer, I (to paraphrase the song) "found myself a bench, and sat on it".
Time came, and delivered unto me was that which I had been so keenly awaiting.
There followed a couple af the happiest of my hours on this Earth.
I managed to pluck up even MORE courage, and talked to someone I had been thoroughly afraid of meeting (not that, if I'm honest, I had much choice in the matter...). It was fine. It was MORE than fine.
I felt accepted.
I felt welcomed.
I felt I was approved of.
That just compounded my happiness.
Until I returned home. Here, normality sets in, and the secrecy draws its dark, oppressive cloak around me, creating a hinderance to the sharing of thoughts, emotions and wants, which should be anathema to a normal life.

Nonetheless, I enjoyed today. I felt wanted. I felt safe. I felt liked.
I felt loved.
Nothing will detract from that, save my own actions.
I need to do something about that shrouding cloak.
Until I do though, I'm going to enjoy being in command of actions that are my own, and not those directed by others.

An end note.
I am in love with her.
Truly.

End.