Roswell That Ends Well
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| Scully and Mulder, contemplating Roswell |
The truth is, when I met Highway almost 3 years ago, I was just like Scully. I only dealt in reality and had long since given up on my dreams of traveling, writing professionally and being in love. Love and happiness were for saps who just hadn't hit the wall of reality yet. It was for fools and soon-to-be-victims of their own ignorance. It was for others, because since I was already 45 years old and hadn't found it for myself, I figured it would never come.
Highway is the dreamer between us. The innocent child, the hopeful visionary, the one who lives in the joy of the present, leaving the "worrying" for someone else to do. He has brought out the dreamer in me and set her free on her own Kawasaki, pointed her towards roads and let her fly. After all this time of building a friendship, relationship, partnership and marriage, we allowed ourselves a few moments to look back at how far we have come from that skeptic and that dreamer and have a laugh at our own expense.
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