Poems.

Happy.

I've been happy since the end of April.

It has been so freeing not having to worry about anything.

I've been good, very sunburnt, but good.

Very happy as well.

With the stress of finals coming, I know that the radiation of joy will dim, but it won't completely fade.

Not like before.

Now I have someone who supports me, and my decisions.

Decisions about anything.

We may have pointless little arguments on who was a better character: Nemo or Dory?

Or wether his siblings like me. (All of them do. (They're all so adorable))

He tries to convince me that one of them doesn't. But in the end, he confesses that I'm right.

We were working on a project and he was looking down at the paper, and I could see it.

I could see the amount of comfort that we have with each other, and the peacefulness of one another.

I don't know what clicked, but I realized that I really love his existence and being near him.

He makes me a better person.

And I will continue to be infatuated with him as well as the thought of him.

He makes me insanely happy.