A Certain Kind of Happiness

It was so vividly true and I can sense your being right there; holding me in your arms, my head resting on your muscular shoulder, not letting me go away. You told me you love me, and this relationship (or lack of official status thereof), though short, is real. That you were glad that we finally confirmed it due to the little guy's arrival; because if it wasn't for him, we'd probably will never take it seriously.

I remember feeling so happy---not shameful, as many would expect me to be. I was over the moon, and I couldn't remember feeling the same way ever. I've been happy these days, obviously. But it's something about this kind of happiness--this particular, certain kind of happiness that fills my heart with so much joy. This feeling that I was loved, and you are the giver of the love, that I was not expecting I'd miss.