"Y'know," she says, "you're always using terms like 'It just dawned on me' and 'it suddenly struck me'. It's as though you're constantly having these little epiphanies."
She's right. I do, and I am. It's how I work. Here's another:
It dawns on me, at 5 in the morning, entirely unrelated to how much whiskey, vodka and peach schnapps I've just quietly consumed, how lucky I am to have met her. To have found her. That I am no intransigent leopard, but a man with a massive capacity for mistakes, complicated feelings, confusion and, yes, even cruelty. And a much greater capacity for goodness and recovery from those mistakes. That I've found someone who balances me out, knows who I am and loves me for all that entails. And doesn't think that entails anything too arduous. Who loves words even more than I do, and flicks and flips them with glee. Someone who breathes kindness and sincerity.
It struck me forcibly, not now but at the moment I met her, that she is quite the thing.