it could be the alcohol talking

I feel that life is complete.
With you, with my dad,
with everything in place,
like it should have been in the first place.

Suddenly the decisions we've made before,
the ones that scarred,
the ones that seemed ultimately idiotic,
they all make sense now.

Would things still have turned out this way
if we re-did the choices we had?
Would we be in this state
of absolute bliss and contentment?

No what ifs, my dear,
no what ifs.
This is what it is.
As simple as that.
A culmination of consequences.
This is what it is.

Love. Happiness.
All in front of us,
on a silver platter.
Here it is.

Or maybe all this
is just the alcohol talking.