Happiness is...

I used to have a stuffed banana that just said, "HAPPINESS IS". It always boggled my mind, I mean, is happiness a banana? Was it trying to tell me that happiness cannot be defined, and if you tried to you'd eventually come up with a banana? Did its open-endedness mean that it's what you make it? Can a stuffed banana really be that deep?

If you ask me today, and even if you asked me on the worst days, my answer would always be the same: Christel

Happiness is loving, and being loved back. In a nutshell, or *ahem*, in a banana.

It's looking at someone, and feeling so much love well up in you that your eyes get glassy. Knowing that you've found that person.

Jesus, it's a great feeling, at once petrifying--because the notion of losing this person through some unfair twist of fate would demolish you--and exhilarating, because you've done it, you've found them.

Mind you though, the flip-side is a veritable sea of anguish...

Now, all I've got to do is find my damn banana.

Can you tell it's midnight? Feels like 3AM.