God, it's so strange. I feel like I have nothing to write about, but I have so much to write about at the same time. I'm probably the happiest I've been in such a long while, but I guess I've just been enjoying the moments and I haven't really stopped and reflected on them. I could probably fill pages and pages in a journal about how happy and in love I am right now. I think this is the most I've smiled in so long. I feel like I could die and I'd be okay, because I'd die happy. But for the first time in a long time, I don't want to die. I genuinely want to stay alive because I want so many more of these moments and I want them for the rest of my life. God, I'm so mad over him.