Why is it that the things we want tosay the most, we find the hardest to say? Why is it that we want to tell our best friend something, yet the time is never right?

Are we scared of what they think? Are we afraid they will judge us?

But why should we be? Even if we are scared, and they do judge, who are they to tell us how to live our lives, how we feel about the people that mean the most to us.

Why I haven't told everyone that I have moved in to a brand new place with the best girlfriend a guy could want, I will never know. What I do know is that I can change, and I don't have to be scared because I'm not.

I am happier than I ever have been. I am more sure of life now than I ever have been. At the moment life is close to perfect and there isn't a reason in the world why people shouldn't know that.

So there it is, plain and clear for everyone to see. I am truly happy at the moment, and it wouldn't be without Laura and the thrill it gives me to be able to come home and have her here every night.