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I think I should be crying, but I'm not. I watched Obama's victory speech live, and I saw the crowds, and I wished so badly that I could be there in person, and that Puerto Rican citizens had the power to vote, so that I could have voted for him.

This morning, I read about the global reaction. I also read about the reaction on a national level: the parties, the joyous traffic jams, the dancing and cheering and weeping. What a beautiful, ecstatic moment. I had barely dared to hope; even when it seemed obvious that he would win, I was so scared that something would take it away.

Some part of me knew it would happen, but the rest never thought I'd live to see the day.