The shy, fat kid from high school keeps poking his head out every once in a while and wonders aloud, "How the hell did you do this? Girl's like her should not being going for a guy like us."

That's about when I slap that shy, fat kid and put him back in his place. I will gladly accept his enthusiasm, and his never-ending surprise and gratitude for a girl like this, but the doubt can be shelved somewhere else.

As far as I'm concerned, if you don't shoot for the moon, what's the point in trying?

I shot for the moon, and I got more than I thought I could. That is life, and I will love every minute of it. I know it spoils me, but I'm gonna keep loving it until I lose the beauty it gives me.

And, I'm gonna be grinning like an idiot the whole damn way...