Just a thought

Picture a typical playground surrounded by a black chain link fence.
The same kind found in the park adjacent to a picturesque upper-middle
class neighborhood of restored and renovated Victorian houses; all
with perfect green lawns and white picket fences. This neighborhood,
as part of a Long Island town, has the privilege of overlooking the
harbor. As the waterfront view, nestled closely to the blissful little
park, reflects the golden sunshine in the sparkling ripples created by
wind, you almost forget why you are there. Cuddled in your arms is
quintessential beauty. Sitting on a bench, in a park, in a
stereotypical waterfront New England town, the one you love and
cherish most is resting against you. Her deep, brown eyes stare you
down with a mesmerizing gaze that appreciates every subtle movement
you make. You return her appreciative stare and, as she is about to
speak, time practically stands still. The anticipation of what she is
about to say hangs on your mind like the climax of an epic story.
I love you, she says.
Its at that moment you realize that this is the happiest moment of
your entire life.
You tell her that.
But you fail to realize just how correct you are because you will
never be that happy ever again.