Today is a very important day in the history of my world. On this day a certain number of years ago (law enforcement can be assured it was at least 18), the Queen was born. The heavens opened and the spirit of the Lord descended upon a hospital not far from where I work, looked upon an unassuming family, and said it was good. She would become the favorite of a being who was very old and very kind (when he wasn't a complete jerk) and a raving lunatic of a genius whose talents would someday be known far and wide. She would be the only one to understand him completely, and the only one that he trusted with his life and secrets. Without her, he would be utterly alone.
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| No, this isn't a guessing game. |
That is how I feel about The Queen. I met her in high school (and possibly knew of her before then), and really became acquainted with her on a band trip to the Fiesta Bowl in Arizona. I spent a lot of time with her during our Washington DC trip when she was sort of fawning over the guy I refer to as Crackhead, but never had the courage to say anything at the time. Fast forward four years.
My brother asked if I wanted to go to the homecoming football game. I am not a fan of football, but I had nothing better to do, so I went. Best decision ever, because that's where I met her again. I recognized her immediately, of course, and had to negotiate my way across a locked gate (something that lasted exactly one game). Metaphorically, I was told that if I crossed that gate, I could never come back. She was waiting on the other side, and I wanted to be with her, so I agreed to never come back, and I passed through the gate.
I still don't regret it.
Happy birthday, gorgeous. Love you forever.
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