I am so happy with my life, it is easy to forget I still love you, yet I do. I yearn to share my happiness with you... and then it drags me down when I remember you would not be able to join in my happiness. You never understood it. I hold it even closer to me, like a kid clutching her favourite stuffed bunny, fearing the mere thought of you could rip it away from me. I fall asleep as half-joyful-half-longing tear rolls down my face.