I am Happy.

For some reason, any time I think about happiness I think of the Beatles song, "Happiness is a Warm Gun". 

I want to scream at the top of my lungs that I'm happy.

Because I am. Fully, blissfully happy.  I didn't think that one person could have this effect on me.  And you know what? This is my blog, I can talk about my happiness, and if you don't like it you don't have to read it. Simple as that.

Happy. Happy. Happy.

I want to take all of my energy and run and run and run.  I can't stop smiling. I can't stop singing happy tunes in my head, and I can't stop thinking about all the wonderful things that I'm happy about. Mainly Brenden.  It's a wonderful feeling, being this happy.  Sure, I'm in the "honeymoon phase" of our relationship, but honestly, I've never been in this phase this long.  I've never experienced this happiness, and my mood immediately becomes so much better as soon as I get into his proximity.  It thrills me. It thrills me that my parents adore him, and my mother said he fits into our chaotic family. It's wonderful.

Yes, he is my best friend. Yes, he is my boy friend. And yes, I've never trusted someone with so much of myself before.  And it doesn't frighten me anymore.