So here I am, sitting at the dining hall having something far from exquisite and finally sensing the 'right here, right now'.
No matter what, whether I will be admitted or not, whether B. will be happy together with J. '10 years after', whether we will find the way not to wake up each other - at night and morning, whether I will succeed in correcting my eyesight, whether I will ever be able to come up with the sentence starting 'Mrs. Blaise Zabini', whether I will ever be with someone, whether I will still have friends if ... , whether I will do something sighnificant and appreciated.
I was at the right place, at the right time. At the right energy.
And it felt good.
It WAS GOOD.
Was it God?
Don't even want a gum - why destroy what you have experienced?