"I was thinking to myself how could someone be so happy"

He's lucky. He had the chance to see me at my prime moments first hand, with out the exposure of my monster.

Ange Yesterday: "So tell me, is happiness a choice?"

Dean Today: "Right now, I don't think happiness is a choice. I'm just so happy."

I want to shut up. He's making me run out unintelligent. My brain thrashed around with gooey, heart-shaped thought-clouds. My embarrassing admission.

PS. Eye exams are way too intimate.

PPS. Rich brown eyes, intense.