November 15th. It started off like any other normal day, didn’t it? I had eggs and toast for breakfast (perfect energy boost). It was a rainy day, classic Providence. I went to class, went to work, wanted to die at least twice, etc. Then, it happened.
I opened Twitter to read the very words I always needed to hear:
Carrie Fisher Reveals She Had an Affair With Harrison Ford on Star Wars
Is…is this what it feels like to be in love? To get married? To give birth to your first child? To have all your dreams come true?
This isn’t even news at all, obviously. We all saw this coming. We’ve all seen The Empire Strikes Back.
Magnificent. That is art right there. That kiss belongs in the freakin’ Louvre. I can’t help that Carrie, Harrison, and the universe were all thinking of me when making this announcement.
I deserve this. I mean, I truly deserve this. I am a good person. I pay my taxes. I have given this world so much over my twenty years of life and, finally, I am being rewarded in kind.
I have waited since I was eight years old for this, ever since my dad was first like “This is Star Wars. We’re watching it.” Was I in love with Han Solo/Harrison Ford and did I want him for myself? Didn’t we all? But I knew there was something deeper than the eye could see. When Han and Leia looked at each other, I felt weak at the knees, fluttery in the stomach, light in the head. No “acting” could arouse such visceral emotion.
“‘It Was So Intense'” Carrie said. I’ll bet it was, Carrie. God. I bet it was the equivalent of a freakin’ supernova of intensity.
God, I just, I really deserve this. I have never deserved anything more in my life. All the embarrassing moments I’ve had in my life, all the career and romantic rejections I’ve faced, have all been worth it for this. This just reaffirms for me that Carrie and Harrison are my soulmates. Not that they separately and individually are my soulmates, but them as a whole, as a unit, as a pair, are my soulmates.
COME ON!
