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It's good to be happy. It's so good to go to bed at night happy and with a beautiful girl, to wake up happy and with the same beautiful girl, it is good to go through the day with sun pouring through the window and a good feeling sitting in my chest. It's been so long, and it's so amazing to have the answer to "How are you? How was your weekend?" be "I'm good, my weekend was good, I am well, I feel really great," and have it be the truth instead of what I say to deflect further questioning.

Once upon a time, I spat these words at someone: "The thing I hate is that in the end, you get to be happy and I don't." Today, I want to say, "I'm sorry; I get to be happy right now and you don't." Today I don't know how things will end up in the end. Sometimes I am okay with that.

I keep thinking about and arguing about the nature of love, whether or not it is allowed to be obsessive or possesive, what the difference between love and obsession actually is. Right now I am thinking that there is probably a difference and what that difference is probably matters, but I don't care right now. I'm in love, I'm happy, I don't need to analyze it today.