As the world falls down.

Since this is something of a journal I may as well say it here. It seems falling in love may well be the end of the world. Wry smile, I wouldn't change that. If it means the end of the world so be it. I love you Deimos. In three days time I will not be able to drive my vehicle to work owing to certain regulations that were recently put in place here. That's ok, as of tommorrow I'm out of a job until my company finds another place to put me. I have eight months remaining on the apartment lease, so I can't just run away like I want to. But it's ok. I feel good. I'm in love with a man who loves me. He loves me for being myself. We talked about it this morning/afternoon. He loves all the little things about me that I have never been able to want to change. If I had certain knowledge that by ceasing to love him I could save the world, end war, famine, poverty, and disease for all time. I would not do it. I could not do it. If the world ends tommorrow so be it, i will spend the remianing time in his amrs in whatever capacity we have for such and I will meet him on the other side. If however as is more probable it drags on in it's current state of disarray I will work at finding another post fixing my car to meet the new regs, and get on with the business of living to meet him face to face another day. I love you Deimos. Now and always.