"You seem happier.
You're practically glowing with happiness."

"Am I?"

"Aren't you?"

You've always asked me
wraparound questions,
turning them back against me.
I'm never sure how to respond to them and once I have,
I never know if it's  sufficient.
But this one didn't faze me --
I suppose I *am glowing with happiness.
I've found love in the shadows of life.
Having her is something I will forever thank God for.
It's... mystifying.
Me,
a person incapable of opening my heart with ease,
has taken a hammer
and shattered it wide open.
Oh, I'm glad I did.
She's made a home there.
She's opened up the dusty curtains that covered the windows.
She's let the light of
hope
shine through.

I'm glad you've noticed.
It would've been odd for me to just say,
"I love her so much."
But I didn't have to.
You saw it.

And to think I used to call you 'oblivious'.