Maybe You Were Just Happy

Confession, if you haven't figured it out yet: I think too much about some things, sometimes.

And I should just leave it… it's been a few days, etc… Not that it truly matters since you aren't even really reading these, but…

Maybe you were just happy.

And the hell of it is, I like you happy. I love you happy. All I really want, really, is for you to be happy.

And looking back, if I hadn't let my stupid… stupidness get in the way, that was the most fun night of the whole trip with you. I've already referenced the card game a few times. But it wasn't just that… I loved you showing me the photo of the sunset you took, and your mushroom collage. Loved that you wanted to share those things with me. I love that you love to take photos of nature. I loved getting to walk with you at sunset, even if it was only for a few seconds. I loved playing the yard game together. I loved you and our other friend teasing me about my confession from earlier in the day…

In truth, that was the best night. Seriously, the only one that even came close was the midnight cruise.

There was nothing wrong with you, my love… Nothing, at all. Please, don't change a thing, ever. You are perfect. If there was a problem, it was me.

And now I'm going to really leave it behind, and just think of a day where I can take a walk through the woods with you as you take your nature photos…

sigh

Sounds like a dream…

I'm sorry.

I love you.