Like very happy.
On cloud nine happy.
It is a strange feeling for me.
Like an old friend I have not seen in a while.
Familiar yet new again.
It feels good.
It feels surreal.
It feels sort of scary.
I do not feel guilty about this feeling.
Just afraid a bit to let myself truly enjoy it.
But I am trying.
I am trying to embrace it with everything I am.
Today as I left class, I found myself smiling from ear to ear.
Singing along to the radio.
Driving in my car.
Excited about the day.
And then I realized how happy I was.
"Whoa I am happy."
How long it has been since I felt this way.
And the oddest thing happened.
Although it should not be odd to me.
But I started to cry.
I started to cry about being happy.
I guess these are happy tears.
Not tears of sadness.
But it was still strange yet funny and weird.
I am crying over being happy.
It is slightly hard for me to believe how happy I am at the moment.
I keep questioning rather it is real or not.
Although people say they hear it in my voice.
They see it on my face.
I can feel it inside.
I guess I should be happy that I am happy.
Yes, I will be happy that I am happy.
Because guess what, I am happy.