You make me so happy. The kind of happy that initiates immediate panic for fear that it's too good. Too good to be true, too good to exist, too good to last for much longer. You make me smile while I'm awake, while I'm asleep, while I'm dreaming, when I wake up once more. I don't even know how to tell you how I feel because it's all utter redundancy. I wonder if you feel the same way too. You must, right?